“It’s so strange,” she mused, purring contentedly as Dennis moved his hands down her back, tracing the line of her spine and massaging her taut ...uscles. “I was always so busy on the homeworld, always doing something...” She slurred her words a little, the alcohol getting to her. “But now that everything is done, what is there for me to do?”“Well you still have to govern your people, probably negotiate with the Russians, meet with the UN representatives eventually.”“It will take months, years. The rhythm of her body was hypnotic and the hum in her head sounded like wind in far off wires. The warmth of the sun fell across her shoulders, soothing the strain in her back where the rope had held her. The “clicking” stopped her. She missed a step, and startled, she saw him step in from the side, shaking his closed hand as if about to roll the dice: click-click-click. “Mrs. Mason. You're looking very, well... sprightly.” “For someone my age, coach? Is that what you're saying? And my name's. " Daisy, come on!" said Cinthea. "There are boys out there!" There sure are! Pro tip: They like it when you shake your desserts like this..." She demonstrated by waggling her generous endowment from side to side."I am not shaking my 'desserts' for them!" Well, I am, so get used to it, honey."Daisy yanked the bra from Cinthea's body in one motion, exposing a pair of breasts tipped with nipples that matched the surrounding skin well enough to be almost invisible. Cinthea yelped and made a grab. "As Jeff walked by, he reached out and squeezed Frank's shoulder, then followed his family to pack. Frank buzzed their suite to tell Margaret she wasn't going to bed quite yet. When she answered, he said, "Jeff has got to make an emergency trip to Georgia tonight. I need you to help me make arrangements. You're better at this than I am. I'll probably manage to piss everybody off. I'm in the living room and I'll tell you all about it when you get here."Realizing he hadn't asked Jeff which city.