"Computer plot..." Trianas started when the ship was rocked by a powerful explosion. "Damage report!" "Minor damage to secondary shields, light shiel... reduced to 50% effectiveness. Evasive procedures already enacted. I estimate that we will be out of range within 1 minute 45 seconds." The computer informed her. Alexander started to curse when he saw that Trianas had moved out of range of his ships guns. "Damn it!" He shouted as the man in front of him blocked the thirty hits that he threw.. Despite allthat though it was her ass, plainly visible by the ultra-tight shortshorts that she wore, that stood out. Here was an ass that did squats."Hey sorry for running off like that on the way home yesterday. It wasbad of me, I know. But, well, you seemed to have those guys well inhand." she giggled."Wait," I said, as all the pieces started to fall into place, "Jean?" Uh, yeah?" she raised an eyebrow. "Hey are you feeling alright?Normally you're the one with your tongue down my throat when. Puberty and masturbation went hand in hand (pardon the pun), and with myself, the daily rubbing became chronic, and I ended up by being caught, and with fathers insistence, finished with sessions of psychology to get to the root of my masturbation, as if masturbation was a disease.By f******n, the psychologist had helped himself to my virginity, including my back-door entrance, and he was married in his late 50's, his two daughters in my school.The scandal should it ever be known, was too much. Well, she said she wasn't. "Well, that's good, interesting," I said. "How's life in the fast lane?" "Good, we're happy. Heard about you and Stephanie here. Saw your pics in the paper," she said. Stephanie for her part was smiling affably and not offering anything but the occasional nod to the conversation. She seemed to sense that this conversation was going to be mainly between me and my ex. "Yes, didn't know we were going to be featured; somebody was snapping pictures at the function and I.