"Permission to come aboard?" the Vulcan droned the carefully rehearsed standard phrase."Uh ... Permission granted, ... Subcommander," Malcolm uttered,...trying to get his confusion under control. Both he and Hoshi had grown accustomed to seeing a Vulcan in Starfleet blue, ever since T'Pol had abandoned the colorful cat-suits in favor of the standard Starfleet uniform, but seeing the garment with Vulcan rank insignia on it took them both by surprise."These are my mission parameters as specified by. “No, I never spoke to him. What you have seen, the person you have been with is Dillon.”“You’re using the VR.” Lucy’s mind becomes a whirlwind of thought. “This whole time ... even right now...”“Yes, you are perceptive,” Kate says sarcastically. “For years we have played this little cat and mouse game with you and for years we have gotten nowhere. If not for that android you designed before the accident, we may have never been able to crack that little box of information you stored.”“A box you. Let me tell you about it.She walked up to the front desk, a raven-haired beauty in a reddress. Her shoes were matching flats. She strutted towards thefront counter in a most sensual style. I felt aroused byher. Every single movement made me feel more passionate. Ofcourse, I can't possibly get TOO aroused while I'm working, so Ilet my receptionist Colleen handle her. She asked, "What is yourname, ma'am?" I'm Polly," she replied. "And I'd like an escort." But you're a woman," Colleen protested.. It looked nice, the sign was with flickering lights, and the building was built in the style of an old English Tudor house. We entered the reception area which was decorated romantically with some soft erotic photo’s on the wall together with some early Christmas decorations, a condom machine and a nice lounge the have a seat and chat with others, near the fireplace, if there would have been others waiting.Some information posted on the wall wrote that each room had a Jacuzzi and free adult.