Still chuckling she spent what felt like an age on my eye makeup. It was more to fill the silence as she worked, than in any real interest. I simply a...ked what the difference between stage makeup and cosmetics was."Density." She answered before launching in to an explanation, of why ordinary make up would just fall off my face if I were under the hot stage lighting. Waving a mascara wand around my face she told me. "That's why it felt like a plaster cast on your face. That's much better." She. The Marauders and the pick up ship were following a half day behind us.We approached behind the nearest planet and the Corvette went silent as it went ballistic. We passed Trohas in a low orbit and our composite capsules were kicked free. This time our descent was faster and we impacted a couple of miles out in an ocean. Our swim to the shore was marred when we lost Sergeant Ericson to an underwater creature that pulled him under and ripped him apart.Once we reached the shore we used ragged. She used to be quite conservative about showing off her curves. She used to be that shy punk girl that always wore sweat shirts or crew neck shirts to attempt to hide her big bust. At 16 a lot was changing throughout her body. Her hormones for boys were kicking in and so were the hormones responsible for her tits to go from a size 32 B when she was 15 to a full cup size to a 32 C entering her soph. Year of high school. Going from a size 0 jeans to a size 5, gained a little weight but all went. Political activism, she suspected was not high on the list of Bruiser Yardley’s priorities.“He says, the state’s so fucked up now that Larry Flint’s the only one with enough of the right kind of experience to fix it.” He finished the sentence with a sip of beer, studying her over the rim of the can to see if his casual use of the “F” word would fluster her. It was a game he played from time to time, testing her equanimity with something outrageous or inappropriate.Carmen didn’t so much as.