.. again. She decided to pamper herself. After a light dinner she ran a bubble bath, lit some candles and undressed. When the water was steaming hot j...st like she liked it, she eased herself into the tub. It felt good to melt away the tension of the work day, but he mind wandered back to HIM. Scott. What was it about him? That he just wouldn't give up? That he was absolutely beautiful and interested in her of all people? His warm breath on the back of her neck when they worked closely on their. I finally selected a non-descript black t-shirt with a smart-ass quote on it. “Well fuck me sideways, this isn’t going to work”, my words dripping with annoyance. I pulled at the t-shirt, adjusting it this way and that, pulling it tight and letting it loose again. My perky round tits stood out, pulling at the material of the shirt. My nipples were uncomfortably stiff, they felt chilly and they easily visible through the material of the t-shirt. I had always thought that was sexy as hell, but. Take anyone you catch to the militia lock up.”I glanced at the street coming into the square and smiled as I stood up, “Sam? There’s someone I would like you to meet.”I grabbed the artifacts and tossed them to Mona. I took Sam’s hand and led her to the approaching couple, they had four militia guards with them. I didn’t even slow as I released Sam’s hand and embraced the woman. She was six years older then me and just laughed as I spun around holding her. I set her down and turned to a frowning. While the total number for this team of crewmembers and enforcers reached eleven, the spare cabins could be used for as they planned to have more team members on the other Strikers. VIP passengers or the people they rescued could also use the cabins.The three married couples each claimed a double-bed room. Captain Chris Smith and his wife, Darla, who was their primary navigator and comms officer, settled in the Captain’s cabin. They hailed from America originally, were both thirty and career.