"Battle Stations, Battle Stations, All Hands Man Your Battle Stations. Damage Control Parties Muster At Your..." the booming announcement cut off when...the door closed, but it was evident that the ship she was on was heading into some sort of conflict. Whether it was with another unarmed passenger liner or with a Union military ship, it could only be to her advantage if she could find a way to help the other side.Her thoughts felt jumbled and disjointed. She needed information, she needed to. "It was fun to try it once, but I'm going to grow it back. Think I'll keep it a lot shorter than before, though. Do you want to feel it? I've got a tampon in, so there's no danger of getting anything on your hand."Vince could sense that she had issued some kind of a test, or a challenge. He got up from the bed and walked toward her as steadily and purposefully as he could. Having regained almost all of his composure, he wrapped one arm around her to pull her in for a kiss, while the other hand. Fuck me!? Flipping through the stills, finding the photo of the set of Japanese clover clamps, holding it up, she glances toward the serrated tongs. Glancing briefly toward her while trying to stay attentive to the downtown traffic, he just slowly shakes his head, can’t help noticing her nipples hardening beneath her braless white blouse as her left hands’ softly cupping her right breast, her thumb gently circling the silhouette of the hardening nub as her chest arches outward. Her. The school day was almost over but I didn’t fancy going straight home. Mom was probably working and I didn’t want to deal with Ashley’s crap. Ash is my sister. She wasn’t what you’d call smart but she somehow got into college. But she’s still living at home to save on rent. It worked out fine for her, you’d think she’d want some privacy. But seeing as Mom was never home, Ash would have no qualms bringing some random guy home to bang. Being a cheerleader bimbo, it’s usually some meathead she.