He stood there, nearly salivating at the sight of her body, the crevice of her ass, the creamy-skinned, flowing columns of her legs, the strong expans... of her back, the buttery sweep of her blonde hair. It was a pity to have to wake her, and then he had an idea. Carefully, he unbuckled his belt.Ron Wolter bolted upright on the bed as he saw Cleophas steal into the room, pause to gape at the girl's lovely nakedness, and then begin to undress. His eyes grew wide with horror as he began to. She couldn’t make it worse. I was on my own. “Will either of you be getting food? Or is it just the drinks.”“No food,” he said. “New ones when these are empty.”“Yes sir,” she said, and nodded. In that moment, I didn’t like him. I got that it was her job to take orders and bring us drinks, but there was something severe and cold in his treatment of her. I don’t know if it was fair. It could all just be overflow from feelings he brought to the bar against me.“Everything you told me tonight,” he. My spirit guide used it sensibly and moderately, of course, essentially for those moments when not even the pixels were enough to shield innocent eyes. The morning services were definitely for just those of the right age, since they necessarily involved orgiastic rites, to put it mildly.Prayer wasn’t necessary, at least not yet due to the direct communication of the spirit guides, praise didn’t require hymns, at least not at the moment, and the homily was expected to be brief. We didn’t have. Everyone on the crew laughed at my terminology.“You already know I’m not a pilot,” I remarked. “I drive a mean tractor, though.”“Tractor 1 at the Canadian border and coming about,” the pilot chuckled.“Come about to heading 218.43 magnetic,” I guided.“Rodger, 218.43 magnetic,” the pilot confirmed. Once he reached the proper heading, he looked at me questioningly and I held up the digital electronic compass Major General Conklin had given me.“How do I fire the laser?” I asked the weapons.