Standing at the foot of her bed, in the exact spot she always prayed, stood her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ."I am the way and the truth and the life..." said Jesus, staring at her with his deep brown eyes. "No one comes to the Father except through me."John 14:6 thought Jenny. Aloud she said, "Lord, you have come to me in my time of need."Jesus nodded slowly, his long, unwashed hair moving in the stillness of the room.The troubled teenager sat up, clutching the covers around her. She wore pink. While folding her legs, she screamed, hahh. I asked her, “What happened?”. She said, “My legs get painful when I fold them”. I asked, “Oh. Does it pain in the upper part or below the knee? “. She raised her maxi pointing at her upper thighs. I asked, “Can I touch it?”. She replied, “Go on. Please tell me what problem I have”. After examining her silky thighs, I said, “Your thighs need some massage”.She said, “Oh. Do I need to consult a massage therapist?”. I replied, “You don’t. I know how to. She told them how much gear, by mass, each was permitted, spelled out what items were mandatory and offered suggestions on optional additions. She also described the ship's equi­p­age: sleeping accommodations, scientific equipment, recreational facilities (including a large physical fitness compartment), game and entertainment paraphernalia to alleviate boredom, an impressively extensive library of both scientific and recreational reading, food options and arrangements, etc.Once all crew was. Lucian was very aware of her soft breasts, her thighs and round belly pressing through two thin layers of fabric, spreading heat.He wrestled until he was free. He felt he was blushing deeply as his hands automatically smoothed his dress.“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I really must...”And then he moved past her, hearing his platform heels rattle the wooden floor as he stumbled to the door, opening it and running down the corridor.‘Fuck!’ his mind repeated. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.”“Lucian?”He looked up,.