This was where the rubber would meet the road. I watched her dance with him several times. I had no interest in asking anyone to dance, and I didn't. ...But I did drink, rather heavily. Mark Wilson, my bud from the materials division kept after me to make a move on some of the other females in attendance. He was joined by Hank Larabee and Quentin Cedar, installation guys."You oughta ask one of the gals to dance, Uly, said Quentin."Yes, you're divorcing, but you're not on your death bed," said. "I know. But it might be just as well as we cannot allow the Sovereignty to uncover our alliance with the Federation. Vadrick, maneuver our ship, put some more rocks between us and the destroyer's guns, I do not want to die this day," replied the Nomek, the captain of the Bloodstone Freedom. Nomek was a short and pulp Bragulan, around 40 years old but looking much older due to the wear and tear of fighting an endless war with almost every other nation in the galaxy. "Damage Control, how hard. “You ok?” she giggled.“Yes, I am just fine.” I replied.An hour later we were parked in Jasmin’s driveway, her head on my shoulder as I held her close to me. We talked about the upcoming prom and next week’s festivities. I walked her to the door and kissed her goodnight, watching her go in and lock the door behind her.I was still in bed the next morning when my cell phone rang on the nightstand. I reached over and answered it still half asleep.“Hey you, what are you doing?” Jasmin. He smirked down at me. "Let's go to the break room." I followed Ron up the steps, my hand in his the entire time. After I reached the top, he turned around, locking the door. I pulled my shirt and kicked my shoes off. I was left in my black bra and black jeans. Ron turned around and the tent in his pants was obvious. I bit my lip. "Jesus, Gi," He said, walking up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "If you bite your lip like that again you aren't gonna be able to walk back downstairs.".