I noticed a shadow move outside the bedroom door and was not sure if I noticed it right. But the next few nights, or should I say early mornings, I no...iced this behavior of the shadow on the doorway, only during our sex time. Curious, I decided to investigate this a little deeper.One such morning after a sex session, instead of going back to sleep as always, I decided to get dressed and step out and see what was going on. I saw Shanti in the kitchen; she had a patch of sweat on her blouse, and. He knew he wouldn't be able to act on it, but he sure had to think about how he would handle her.He then stood up and walked over to his bathroom to get himself ready for the day ahead. While standing in the shower, his mind kept on drifting to Sylvia and how he could maybe help her. The thing that he wanted to do with her in the afternoon, still seemed the best thing to do and if those healing tanks were as good as his men and others have told him, she wouldn't be permanently damaged. The only. What did that mean, that his resistance was so low?"Well, Jenny?" Debs asked.Jason nodded. He removed his top. He wasn't in bad shape, but he wasdefinitely on the wrong side of letting himself go. He wasn't ashamed ofhis body, but it had seen better days."Okay, sorry for the cold hands," Carol said, briskly rubbing her palmstogether. She measured around his body with a tape measure, consideringhis shape. "She looks like a natural B-cup." I am not," Jason protested.Carol checked. "Definite. You got the first shift. Listen and log, let’s see what’s going on out there." She paused and sniffed as she knelt and held open my dingy, used to be white underwear. "Don’t you have anything clean?" I do," I said, "back in my room. I didn’t pack." I thankfully touched my hand to her head for balance as she guided my foot into the correct opening. With the agility of an ox, I managed it on the second try.---"Last count, they're sixteen thousand commercial radio transmitters, give or take, in.