You’re going to end up four hundred light years from home, tied to a vampire master, being checked out by a shark-lady hooker.”“Heh, hooker...�...� Fish said, chuckling. “I mean. I haven’t hooked you yet, cutie.” Her finger slid along Tiff’s hair, playfully. Tiff’s eyes bugged and she froze. That was how lesbians worked? Their vision tracked by movement? No, fuck, that was T-rexes.“Do you know the Capellan?” Tiff asked, trying to distract the girl from hitting on her. Not that she hated it.. She pushed my hands away. “No, it’s too cold in here to take them off.”I looked into her eyes. If she wanted this, then there was only one other way. Without losing eye contact, I pulled the leggings away from her crotch, gripped them in both hands, and yanked. I checked. They tore along the seam and gaped open enough to expose her flesh around the crotch of her panties.She shifted her hips and smiled. “There, that’s better.”If she really wanted to experience isolated tactile contact, I would. "The man I saw in your backyard was questioned and he admitted that your husband, I'm sorry, Mr. Gomez had paid him to create the gas leak and steal some insurance papers from your desk. He planned to wait until you and your daughter were overcome by fumes, open the basement door and wait for the gas to reach the pilot light on the stove. I'm sorry, Ms. Conroy, but I thought you should know the truth." Fuck," she swore. "That filthy no-good son-of-a-bitch cock-sucking mother-fucker."At least. This isn't possible. It doesn't happen, and now that you did it, there's a rumble about just how good you are and how dangerous."She let that sink in and led me to my quarters where she lovingly undressed me, kissed my bruises, cuts, and scrapes, then stripped and joined me in the shower, where we made wild, passionate love. Winnie LOVED what I could do to her, but tried to reserve our hedonistic ways to the shower.One day I asked her about it, and she surprised me by saying, "They film.