But that still left the issue of actual consent. As I’d said, over and over, acquiescence wasn’t consent. But how could I get what amounted to ‘...ositive’ consent in a situation like this. I had no idea.“Peer pressure is a pretty strong thing,” I said. “I’d be concerned about consent and coercion.”“You mean your thing about just going along with something as opposed to actually saying that you want to do it?”“Yes. And I’m not sure how to obtain what I would call ‘positive consent’ in a situation. Even as cold as the touch was I was getting a reaction. As I felt it softly take my now swollen member, I inhaled, smelling apples. There was a grove of them right outside the building, but the windows were closed. Again something cold and moist was covering my stiffness. As it stroked me I could feel the pressure holding me down beginning to relax. When I moved my hands down I felt something familiar, like a persons head. My hands even became entangled in strands of hair. I felt myself start. They had made the cave their home, adding any comforts they could find, picking up whatever came to hand in order to make their exile on this planet more bearable. It had been more than six months since they had been banished from the ship.Their only crime was finding love, being caught in flagrante and her progressive pregnancy being diagnosed by the medico on board. They both knew that fraternising with crew members was absolutely forbidden, the sick bay unable to cope with childbirth or. I didn't want anyone else contacting her, not Priscilla Baker nor Judge Clausen. If she said no I wanted to be the one who heard her say it. If she cried I wanted to be the one she cried to. Suzanne nodded, telling me that she understood my reasons for being the one to contact my mother.We played the rest of the round, poorly.I wanted to put my small part in the adoption process behind me. I practiced my speech a few times, silently at first and then out loud. I wanted to say my speech with.