"Then the voice was in my head, "You are telepath. You know the pass-code, please provide pass-code."I was stumped, I didn't know what to think, and t...e ship was now in my head. It was thinking thoughts to me that only a federation officer should be able to do.I thought, "I need a hint?"The Vargon ship replied, "You are telepath. You need only ask for reset of pass-code, and then give me a new code."'What the hell was this?' I thought.I gave up, shrugged my shoulders and thought "Reset. New. 'Size seven.' I smiled.She disappeared and returned with the shoebox.'Try them on later,' she said and if they don't fit we'll exchange them next time you come in.'I paid and left the shop with the receipt in my hand. As I closed the door I noticed there was something written in pen on the back of the receipt.Phone me or call in after 7pm any Thursday nightfor a private fitting and advice.Carole XXXI smiled to myself as I walked away from the shop tucking the receipt into my pocket. Seven days. All these things and more that she brings together as companion. She makes me proud to know her and to be with her. In doing so, it instills in me a need to protect her, to provide for her, to fight and struggle with this world for what it is to help make what it could be with her. In that too I covet her. In that too I hunger for her. Being a man it is difficult for me to express such things in truly meaningful ways. Simply saying it seems woefully inadequate and sometimes uncomfortable for. Mike walked in and asked me what I was doing."Oh, my legs get really sore, especially after long rides, so I do isometric exercises to help relieve the soreness," I answered."I don't know how to give a proper massage, but if you'd like me to, I can rub your leg muscles. That might help", he said."If you don't mind, that would be awesome", I replied gratefully.He knelt in front of me between my legs.Mike rubbed and squeezed my calves and then my thighs. I did not feel uncomfortable being nude.