I felt like such an adult, standing at the window, looking down at Vegas below and in front of me, all the flashing lights, which somehow looked even ...etter this year. I unpacked and showered, it was early morning and I was tired, I’d only managed a slight nap on the torturous flight but was determined to stay up. I had signed into the hotel WiFi and messaged my friends, done the usual social network posts and gone to join my parents about 11.30am. We went for lunch and found our bearings,. Horrified, Helen remembered that the outer door of the hold was not shut, so that as the space ship left the atmosphere the stowaway would have no air to breathe. Evidently, no other security was necessary to prevent escapes, as stowing away was just a quick and certain, if elaborate, way of committing suicide, and this option was left open by the authorities on Csadia for anyone who wanted to take it.Two porterbots now came out of the terminal building and started the task of moving the cages. I can barely eat. Anytime the waiter approaches, you dial it up. I suspect you are testing me to see if I can control myself in a public setting.The bus boy clears away our dishes, and you of course dial up the vibrations. I try my best to maintain my calm, but I notice his glance lingers on my breasts. As he walks away I look down and realize that my nipples are standing at full attention.The waiter brings over the dessert tray, and with the increased vibrations I am unable to speak, so you. The next, and last thing I felt, was an enormous hand grasp my ankle, and the nostalgic sensation of blood leaving my body and entering my head. I had yet to realize that I was naked until I looked up to see the perpetrator. I screamed at the sight of his face, and looking back, that was the wrong decision. He slammed me into the ground. I was so confused, but over come by pain, confusion means little, so I kicked whatever it was in the face. Yet another bad decision on my part, as it's.