The big table was pulled out again and Baldhead and Scar-face removed their trousers, both sporting stiff erections. Lindsey whispered to Sharon when ...obody was looking, "Please don't let me have to go with the bald headed one, please don't Sharon." Sharon nodded her consent nervously. She didn't particularly want to have to go with him either, but she could understand her friend's fear.It was tight squeeze having the two men lying face up on the table next to each other, and would get even. I've spent hours there on lots of different days, and maybe I should finally get it into my head that it's just not that productive. But, maybe it's me - these guys just aren't interested in me. But back to the coolness. The cruising side is actually along the creek for several hundred yards, all heavy trees and brush, but there are trails on the high side and down near the creek, and an intermittent one in between. So one afternoon, I'm on the high trail cruising, but watching the lower trail. " She put a possessive hand on the pilot's chair, and knew it was a futile gesture, but couldn't stop herself from doing it."Who?" The head mechanic frowned at her."The Warlock. This ship. He's not ready to fly yet." She took a deep breath, and donned the serene expression that served her so well when sitting across from ambassadors, "Either the Captain will choose to have the Warlock brought down to ground here at Essex, or he'll permit me to finish repairs and I'll leave once those are. There she was, dripping in sweat, barely conscious with her wrists tied tightly to the boards at the head of her bed, her long blonde hair caking her face, covering the blindfold and the gag that muffled any noise she tried to make. First things first he needed to sort her face out. He moved to the front of the bed and looked down at her, her head was bowed down in submission. He slowly stroked her cheek, moving some of the hair that was plastered to her face. He looked around the room and saw.