My first real woman was Polynesian. We were based on Maluka Nui, in the Solomons, 'bout the middle of '43, I guess. Had the Nips on the run by then, a...d we were building airstrips like mad on every shitty little lump of coral in the South Pacific. I'd gotten a touch of malaria on the Canal, and now here I was playing guard dog to the damned Seabees, watching to see that no sniper took a potshot at those hotshot 'dozer jockeys.Kathleen her name was, the name the missionaries gave her. I couldn't. Not that he had suicidal ideation, such as a human would have (thoughts or dreams of suicide, seeing suicide as an escape from a long, ongoing, perhaps never-ending depressive state.) No, Eddie’s problem was that he really didn’t have a firm grip on self-preservation anymore. Those safety rails had been removed by the Darjee and their AIs. He seemed to view the commands ‘blow up the ship’ and ‘turn the heat down in my cabin’ as of equal importance.The second problem was Eddie’s somatic. Now her nipples were fully erect and pointing out. I suggested that we sit closer so that we can share body heat.We were now just a few inches apart and I could feel her warm breath on my shoulders. We started to talk about random stuff. It was getting quite boring so Rahul took out his phone and we all decided to watch some movie. I signalled him to put some movie with some adult content.We were watching the movie when a love scene popped in and the actors were all over each other. I could. This one enjoyed a little fondle at her balls too. From the beginning of the night, it seemed Jess couldn’t keep her knickers up higher than her thighs for more than an hour the way she was going, as if they too knew their place around her ankles. Is this the life of a girl? Do girls really get this much on offer? And how could us girls take such hard fucking punishment? Jess was wondering if she was able to keep up with the attention. Jess’s anal ring heightened with sensitivity and weakened.