And then... then... a gasp broke chokingly from her throat that was like the sound of great amen... as the blood-heated lips of her lust-flooded pussy... froze with heart-stopping anticipation, frantic with desire. He whimpered as he sniffed hotly at her exposed loins, and somehow this seemed to make it all the more exciting! Her legs fell open wider still and she drew them back up slightly!And then suddenly the coolness of his nose moved lower between her legs and pressing apart the soft. "Yes?" Jane asked him."I can't move my legs. I've got to find Ron! " he said."Ron is not to be disturbed. What's the trouble?" she asked, knowing from his mind the answer."The Reactor! It's acting funny! The gauges all say it's dead!" he said, still looking at his legs..."Everything is fine. Ron said so. He will check it himself tomorrow. Go back and tell the others. When I touch you, you will be able to move. You will remember only that Ron said it was safe and that you should tell the others.. Anyway we all called it a night around midnight. In the taxi, I toldDana I would call him tomorrow to tell him how the second run asTinkerbell went. He blushed a little, for he thought that the drivercould hear us. I did not care if the driver could. Dana thanked meagain for doing this, and wanted me to know it was hard to explain tome why it meant so much to him to be Peter Pan. He will share why oneday.I could tell it was a painful subject and said he never had to shareit with me. This is. Deck four from bulkhead six to bulkhead twelve no longer existed in any form but scrap. On the way back to engineering, the collision alarms started.When the energy to shake the ship comes from an unanticipated collision with a Sa'arm Vervactor, bracing for impact does little to prepare anyone for the violence. Lieutenant Juan Grasso bounced off the near bulkhead. He stumbled about while the sounds of grinding metal and the collision alarm vibrated the floor below him. A plume of nitrogen.