Maybe it's a hormone thing. Yes sweety, I'mstill on them and will be for a long time. They suck too, let metell you and not in a good way. You see the...things we do for youguys? No you probably don't, so let me clue you in 'K?Lets start at the beginning (funny how I always do that). I wasjust a kid when I first realized that I was different. Yeah Iwasn't too good at sports and was the quiet type (shy?) andsmall too. Small and thin and not too confident. Maybe that'swhat pushed me to the way I am. "Would it be okay if I waited for him here? I brought some books and stuff." Sure," she said, stepping aside and letting me in. "It'll be a couple of hours, though." That's no problem," I said, truthfully enough."Do you want something to drink? There's lemonade in the fridge."She went into the kitchen herself, and I followed. Mrs. Masterson had been working at the kitchen table, cutting out coupons and sorting them, when I rang. She sat down there again while I helped myself to lemonade.I sat. ?Hi, am I late?? I asked lamely. ?You look so nice; I feel bad abouthaving to come straight from duty. We?re working on a special projectand it?s been non-stop since I left sick bay. I didn?t stop for lunchand haven?t had dinner yet.??No, you?re actually right on time. And no need to apologize; we allwork for Starfleet. We work whatever hours are needed to get the jobdone. No apologies are necessary. Please have a seat.?The bartender asked what he could get me. Before I could respond,. I bite my lips to supress a moan. you smell delicious he said then sank his teeth into my neck. He moved to fast for me to hold it in I moan my fingers clawing at the wall. Still going to deny me? he asked realising my wrists a wicked smile on his lips. I knew my pussy was begging for him, could feel the electric between us when he touched my skin could feel my erect nipples beneath my dress that would defiantly be showing, on my choice not to wear a bra. Yet still I resisted him. I rushed past.