"We love you. I wish I could tell him that he can assume a higher alpha command position, but I am prevented from doing so. He must find out himself."...I know, Sister. I have seen in his mind, he will be a good husband to all of us. We will have many children with him, and will continue to serve him in any way that is needed. But I also see great danger for him." So do I, Sister. So we must guard and protect him. Nevertheless, we must not go overboard or we will smother him." I know, now go.. We are wearing robes now. White terry-cloth. My hands ride over you as you rotate, and you arch as I let them pass down over you chest and midriff. Your neck is arched back so that we may continue kissing. You moan softly into my mouth.I untie your robe's belt and pull it open; now my hands glide up and down your ribcage, and over your breasts. Our bodies reflect heat on each other now, and your nipples are hard under my fingers. Your hands slide over mine and guide them to the places you want. She only knew him through Rebecca, and while he was pretty handsome, she wasn’t stupid enough to start some drama by crossing that line. Brad and Rebecca were now definitely arguing. Partially out of curiosity and partially in an attempt to stall Matt as she decided how to deal with his staggering request, Rachel leaned in and tried to listen to what they were saying. Rebecca looked pissed and she was wildly pointing her fingers around. Mostly at Rachel it looked like. She was hissing angrily,. She suddenly finds herself standing before a doorway leading to the final set of stairs that leads down further into the ship.The sign labeled Deck Four looms above her head. The only parts of the ship that lay below are the most vital parts: the engine and pump rooms and the ship’s gunnery storage. She stops to think her next steps. Why stay on the lower deck? Why disable the engines but not do anything else? Then it hits her like a ton of bricks. “You’re going to blow up the ship,” she.