The first curler was pinned into my hair. I was so demoralized having myput in curlers by my mother, even though it was a punishment and meant tobe us...d as a deterrent from the offensive activity."Jimmy, do you want to wear a dress this weekend? I can dress you like agirl." No," I whined getting the same treatment as my brother had gotten."No? I think you do. You would look pretty with your done up in bows andwearing a party dress." Mom, stop it. no," I said to her teasing.She continued winding. But that wouldn’t be to form. Sarah was a once a month, missionary position girl. She knew of his dark fantasies of domination, humiliation and control. But try as they might, she wasn’t into it. Or hadn’t been. That’s what worried john. Well, for about a nanosecond, as he viewed her arse and tasted her juices round his mouth. The room had the smell of her sex. Despite his thoughts, this ranked as the best ever. He waited patently for the next stage.John and Sarah had been together since day. .. yes ... loved, and wanted to spend his life with. Somehow, though, he wasn't ready to ask her for that ultimate commitment despite her apparent willingness to offer it.Gently, he extricated his arm and slid down and out of the bunk. Chrissie made a sort of mewling sound and her hand groped for him, but he was gone. She fought her way to full consciousness. The last few days had demonstrated to her how much she needed Tom; as a lover, yes, but also as a friend and companion. She crawled out. Then I hear in a little girl’s voice “good intuition bitch” it is so unsettling I immediately look in the direction of the sound and it’s the bloody floor! ‘That can’t be that’s outside the sub the pressure would crush any…’ Bam! The floor burst apart sirens blaring red flashing and on the ceiling was an insect form I had never seen before. It had two sets of large highly articulated legs, no eyes or facial features of any kind, the only way to know which way it’s facing is by the direction of.