"We'll join you then, because we DO like watching the young women," Steve told him."Sometimes they put on a real show here," Lew added, excitedly."And...you accused me of being a pervert?" Jim asked with a smile, as it was evident that these two would never change."Naw, we just wanted to get your attention," Steve told him. "You looked like you were about to nod-off." No, I'm just waiting for someone," Jim told them again, patiently."Your OL?" Lew asked."No, she would never even go in there. It's. His obsession with bondage is sincerely the most interesting thing about him.”“Be nice to your father,” Emma scolded me lightly.“My dad’s an accountant,” I told her. “His hobbies are coin collecting, building ships in bottles and Civil War re-enactments. I’m not being mean, but bondage really IS his most interesting hobby.”She shrugged. “There’s worse hobbies out there,” she pointed out.“That’s true,” I admitted. “He could have been a bug collector or a hoarder.”“See?” she agreed. “There’s. ”Seeing Sam move away from the IP ship, Mellos smiled a wicked smile. Perhaps, if I kill the two IP bitches, he might hit me enough to finish the healing.“Slave! Open fire on that damn ship! Blow that piece of junk out of existence.” Mellos was yelling, with a sadistic look on her face. Let him NOT fight me now she thought.Ten minutes later the smile was gone, as well as the look. When had they upgraded their shields that much? Looking over the reading, she saw that there was mental energy. Alicia drew in her breath sharply as Arthur traced the talon around one of her large areola, small beads of blood rising from her skin in its wake. Arthur then drew the claw lightly down the center of her stomach, noting that while it was still relatively flat, the flesh was overly soft and deeply lined with stretch marks from a long ago pregnancy. When he reached the thick, black bush of pubic hair, still damp and matted from her earlier loss of bladder control, his mouth twisted in distaste..