”“And then the same amount again in Quads, should be three hundred and twenty.”“Right. And that comes out of your account?”“Yes.” Should...I separate ‘my’ money from the crew’s pay, or is that too complicated? What happens if I get killed or sent back to Earth? “Before you do that, is it possible to set up an account for the ship itself? So that if I get killed or something, my officers can still pay the crew?”“We can do that easily. Just tell us who should have access and under what. .. it's just ..." I couldn't get it out. I was laughing hysterically. Everyone else came around to see what I was laughing about. They were thunderstruck. There was Gary, down on one knee in front of a beautiful young girl, badly dressed though she was, and holding her hand. I could almost see it from their perspective. "Oh shit, I'm gonna pee!" I fell sideways off the stack of books. I was really pressing my legs together to prevent myself from pissing in my pants, but I felt I was loosing the. Looking up at you, as I move up to your bra-covered breasts, I kiss along them, your covered nipples, and your cleavage. I find my way back to your lips and the fire is there. Your hand is in my shirt, fumbling with it. Trying to pull it off, and I comply as I pull away briefly from our kiss so you can slip my shirt over my head and throw it to the floor. I meet your lips again, as my hands explore your torso, and grab your breasts, over your bra.. then under. I grunt, and you understand. You. There must be women out there who are able to combine some of the elements ofthe fiction with the fact. I needed to be one of those. * * * The bus ride home was long and, to while away the time, I had printed outseveral selections from an online bondage story archive. The idea of being boundnaked in front of several young men WAS exciting to me and daydreams ofperforming certain acts for them would definitely get me off but there was aline that my mental meanderings would not cross. There was.