"Rand?" Berniss spoke his name, and he realized that he had been standing there for minutes, lost in thought."What? Oh, sorry. I was thinking." You su...e were. Come on, and I'll join you in a snack. I know you've got to be hungry again, by now."The mess hall was as crowded as it ever got, with about a third of the crew coming in for their evening meal. Another third would be coming by in an hour or so for their breakfasts, while the rest were probably asleep. Rand didn't have any idea which meal. I must really love this girl – I'm buying myself suits!I took it all back home and put it away, not even making a dent in the closet I had. I changed into some nice jeans and a button down shirt. I texted my sweetheart, finding out she was home, so as I drove there I developed a plan in my head.I parked on the street, walked up and knocked on the door.Sarah Bradshaw opened the door, breaking into a nice smile, "Steven, it's been a while – Come in please – RALPH, Steven Vanderbilt's here. Have a. With the show over, Dave and Mickey retired to the bedroom in the back of the bus. I stretched out on the couch that had been folded out to make a comfortable bed. I rolled over to try and get to sleep. As I moved my head, I caught the scent of Dave's aftershave. This triggered memories of how sexy I felt when he would look at me, and how good his warm touch had felt on my arm.Without thinking about it, my left hand came up to touch my right breast. The nipple hardened under my fingers and I. Was ... rough..." She found she was panting from shortness of breath, too. Wearily she sat up."Should we postpone your birthday party?" Monica wanted to know. She seemed somewhat hopeful at the prospect of delaying witnessing her daughter's deflowering.Samantha glared at Monica. "Don't you bloody well dare."There was a ping and Sergeant Benson retrieved the CAP card from the dispensing slot beside the medtube. He looked at it first, as was his right and duty."Well?" Samantha asked, scared.