Well, sort of. They were both the friend-of-a-friend though they were never introduced by her. Her name would come up in conversations along with litt...le tidbits about the other. But they were always offhand comments usually leadoff with, “Oh you don't know her but today we were....” So she was curious about Ms. X and not entirely sure if it was good or bad. Their meeting turned out to be pure serendipity. She was exiting a store and, just as she was about to push the handle to leave, the door. The needle played over her body, repetitive, ritualistically,amping up her arousal, moving from one erogenous zone to the next withunrelenting methodical purpose. The tattoo grew larger and larger,consuming her skin, marking her and defining her role. There was acertainty to her fate as she shuddered and moaned and gasped. It wasalmost teasing.Painstakingly, slowly, pausing every so often to change needles andinks, and inks, and turning Calob not so often unto her side and back,Inkling. She entered the room and then closed and locked the door. There were only three rooms in the house that had locks on them: the two master bedrooms and his office… and this one, she put to good use. No sooner had she heard the ‘click’ than she had dropped her sarong onto the rug and slipped back beneath the covers. Within seconds, her hand had sought him out and began to bring him back to life. Bethany was fascinated how it worked. Once second, it was so gentle and flexible and then the next,. So Mark, Annabelle, Rayven and Laruun took her on a quick tour of the Battlestar, while everyone else went for showers and then to bed.Shortly after starting the tour, there was an announcement that they were going into light drive and that the trip to Atria should take about 4 days.An hour or so later they finally returned to the royal quarters. Marta was still excited, and she was amazed at Laruun’s bedroom and then in total awe at the royal bedroom, but was confused at the large bed with all.