Not even one of them has yet even realized who I am.At the reception area it was funny when the person who came to greet me didn’t have a last name ...o use. Instead he fished for it by saying a “Welcome mister...” and pausing for a response.“I’m not yet old enough to be a mister, sir. You can just call me Darren,” I told him.Wait? Are those real crickets? Is the ocean so close I can hear the waves all the way in here?The poor guy had no idea how to respond. Neither did any of the other staff. When she came back she had done just as I asked and her areola and nips were outlined by the fabric of her tight dress. All the guys in and most of the girls were looking at her as she walked back to the table. She said she felt so slutty, and I said goo, because your going to be my slut tonight. We left and then I took her to a popular adult book/toy store. We walked around and shopped then I led her to the arcade to watch some porn. We dipped into booth number five, put 10 dollars. Soon enough, her eyes closed, and she fell into a deep sleep. Before the dreams could start, a low hum filled the compartment, and a silver shell surrounded her sleeping body. The shell raised up above the bunk, and silently vanished.Around the ship, the other sleeping crew began to vanish, one by one. Smaller shells removed log books, personal effects, and seemingly random items. As the now-unoccupied quarters were cleaned out, crew members who were still awake began to stop moving, their eyes. She put her hand around me and slowly started to move her hand up and down. "Hmmmm, what do we have here?" she said looking up into my eyes. "I think I need to take a closer look." Without letting go of my cock she pulled back the bed covers exposing my hard-on in all its glory. I could tell you that it is 9 inches of full on male meat, enough to fulfil any woman, but the reality is that I'm very normal in size and have long known that like with most things, it's not the size of something, it's.