They say it’s impossible to break out of the friend-zone. I believe that is pretty accurate, until you bring alcohol into the equation. Then all bet... are off. Because even in the friend-zone there is still attraction there, and that booze, just lights that attraction up like fireworks on the 4th of July. It’s still cold at night, even though it’s late April. So we go back inside, and we talk about the events of the evening. What I think she should do, about this, and that. We’re lying there on. I realised that one of my favourite scenes was coming up, Thor’s entrance. I got so engrossed in it for a few minutes that I completely missed my phone going off and when I checked it I saw that Lottie had text me back twice in that time. No! Fuck off! X Had been her first message. So she clearly was still pissed at me. But it was closely followed by: What do you want? X I smiled to myself. My first opportunity to test our boundaries. I had never flirted on purpose with anyone before, let alone. On their way, they saw the three zodiac boats from the freighter bobbing in the water. They were stopped near where they were supposed to meet the freighter. There seemed to be a lot of turmoil among those on the boats. This surmise was based on the gesticulation and apparent hollering going on. Hovering nearby was a cloaked shuttle with a security team. Checking with those on the shuttle, they learned that the team was waiting for dark. At that point, they planned to move the flesh peddlers to. About 25 years old, she had soft, brown hair that cascaded down to her shoulders to about the middle of her back. She had the most beautiful face I had seen in a long time, with soft hazel eyes, and a warm welcoming smile and full moist lips that just ask to be kissed. Her skin was soft and lightly tanned but lacked any tan lines, her breasts were large and rounded, and her legs long.Her uniform seemed to be a little tight on her, almost as if it were a size too small, but that only made it.