" I think you'll find the rest quite soothing." And indeed itdid feel good as strong but gentle fingers massaged shampoo into my hair.As I leaned back... with my head over the basin the same fingers helped thewarm water rinse out the shampoo. I had a sort of "out of bodyexperience", imagining that I was looking down at myself in this semirecumbent position. Only in the vision I wasn't wearing a wrap, nor adress. I was just in my bra and knickers, suspenders and stockings,almost lying back, with my. It was still a struggle to button the wrong way buttons but with theshirt on I picked up the skirt and held it in front of me."I suppose I could call it a kilt. It's plain anyway. Damn it's short."I stepped into the garment and fastened the buttons at the waist line. A short zipper pulled up easily. Twisting it around I finally figuredout that it closed in the back. I swung open the closet door and staredat myself in the mirror. The shirt was all twisted and bunched so Ievened that out and. And she was proud of this.She wanted the romantic seduction and she wanted to be handled like a ‘real woman’, not like a c***d. Her feelings were in a turmoil. She wasn’t sure, what was right, so many of his arguments sounded right. But she didn’t want to give in too.They almost had a fight and finally they departed, both of them grumpy. Irene had to do some work at home and this was a welcome distraction. At least it should have been. But nevertheless, her thoughts about the discussion were in. Feedback and comments are very welcome. )(Edit: Comments help me decide what to focus on when writing so if you like a particular chain that can help it get continued. Plus contributions are always welcome.)It's always cold when you wake up. You're not sure if it's because the ship is conserving power or its captain just likes the temperature low but you know its soon to be time for action again. The Code of Conflict was written two centuries ago to make conflict more civilized in the wake of.