Spencer.Dear Ben,This is so naughty as it is contrary to company policy. My hands are trembling because I've never done anything like this before. I k...ow you are twenty-five and I've seen your picture. To be fair, I'm including a picture of me at the bottom of this page. Can you guess how old I am?Please... call me, NadineThe picture was nothing like I had imagined from hearing her voice. Instead of a petite blond with a timid smile, Miss Spencer was a knock-out. Was this really her? Wanting to. Her hips were full and her thighs looked as if they should rub together when she walked. Her vagina was bare. When she turned, I seen another tattoo on her right butt cheek. That tattoo was of a read rose, with its pedals falling off. I thought it looked sad, but who was I to judge? After we were dressed for bed, we all laid blankets out on the living room floor and sat in a circle in the middle of them. Carla suggested we play a Truth or Dare. With her being older, we all wanted her to think. I know that Freighter #12 had all of the specialized equipment like the transporter hub stuff moved first, so that Jupiter Station could be the one with people coming and going at all times of the day and night. That went into the core, the part that had started as a ship. Next were the command-and-control people for the Jupiter area. Before long there was a shuttle landing pad on top of the station, and as quickly as that Freighter #12 was down to just being a school ship. Us Navy types got. Seriously, though, I am starting to see Liz's point. It was a revelation to me that we as a society are so out of touch that something as insidious as the Juicers could flourish right under our noses."We talked a while longer, until the tablet Sarah gave me made me too drowsy to continue. I yawned and apologized to Sonja right before I started sawing logs.I awoke the next morning as the first light of dawn filtering into the valley pushed away the gloom of the night. The sleep had refreshed me.