The lounge door was on the same hallway as the Deacon’s room, so I was close by. The hour or so made all the difference in the world to how I felt.I...n exchange I convinced the slightly older woman to meet me for lunch. It was the only meal I took outside the hospital cafeteria.It seemed that Jane, the nurse, was a bit of a salad connoisseur. The restaurant she chose had about twenty different specialty items on their salad bar. I had a grand ole time mixing items with the basic bed of lettuce.I. I moved up her torso, teasing her sides and trailing my fingertips over the firm jut of her breasts. Katie pressed herself up into my hands, but I ignored where I knew she most wanted to be touched. I spread the oil lightly over the top of her chest, bypassing her nipples to caress her collarbones before moving down her arms. Her hands were next, and I spent my time pressing into her palms, pinching at the tense muscles. She sighed with approval when the tension dissipated."What are you doing?". She dropped the tin in my lap and sat, ankles crossed legs stretched out, sort of facing me, leaning back against a throw pillow, the light through the window turning her hair a soft gold and brining out the red just a little bit. The worst of it – or the best, depending on your point of view – was that, sitting as she was, her dress didn’t rise up quite enough to see what color panties she was wearing. Still, she had nice legs. Really nice legs. Her toenails were painted sky blue. She had cute. It never made it on to FM or any list. So for those who may have missed it before, here it is slightly expanded. Thanks to CJ, who asked me to write the tale and who sent it back to me.Star Trek is owned by Paramount - the lucky stiffs, and I'm just playing with the characters.Turnabout Intruder: Part 2By Eric ([email protected])(Note: The ending of this show always has irritated me. They rushed it because they didn't want to do a part two or take the time to return to the planet. Cadmus. One.