Nadezhda walked towards the invisible boundary of her confinement that she'd so many times bashed her head against. She held out her hands in anticipa...ion of that gentle but irresistible force that restrained her. No amount of research on the Intrepid's encyclopaedic systems explained to her the nature of this force field or how to circumvent it.It took Nadezhda several seconds to realise that she'd stepped further forward than she'd ever been able to do before and her heart began to pound with. Was she even real?"Charlie?" he heard a hesitant voice at the door."Don't call me that," Charles ordered. No one had called him Charlie before Cynara had come, always Charles.Finley nodded understandingly, but Charles wasn't looking at him.Finley slowly walked into the room and sat down on the bed next to his brother, "She'll be back," he said, but there was no confidence in his voice.Charles didn't look up. He didn't know how long they sat there in silence before Finley spoke again."I'm so. Morning dawned. I stretched my body and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The happenings of last night gradually filtered back into my mind. I tried to analyze everything that happened, or I had learned last night. Aunty Pam and Daddy were fucking each other. My father went to and held orgies at regular intervals. My father was involved in photographing pornography and I had fucked a guy in my father's house with everyone watching! Or was it all a dream I thought as I tossed back the duvet. The. So Maddie had decided she’d lead the instruction in practical Sexual Education instead. It was Sunday, this was Maddie’s Sunday School, and the first lesson was to be french kissing.I’d never kissed a girl before and here were the girls lined up in fuckability order. But actually, I wasn’t feeling very randy right now, I was feeling nervous. Scared, even. Suddenly, Maddie and Emma’s assets weren’t appealing at all - rather, their up-for-it attitude was a turn-off, intimidating, disgusting..