She slid the box closed, and placed it gently into the dresser. 

She leaned back and pulled her Zippo lighter from her pocket. The one with the a...ngel that looked like Serena painted on it. She let the flame stand for a bit before dipping the cigar into it, and taking a few quick puffs. 

As she put the lighter back in her pocket, she made eye contact with Serena for the first time. Serena was quiet, waiting. Sometimes she was more frantic, desperate for a quick release from the torture. And. I had this fantasy where... NO! Don’t think about it. AIM reads my mind. If I think about it, it will do what I think. I have to just let things happen. Maybe it will be different from my weird college coed thoughts. Maybe it won’t happen at all.I can hear people coming down the stairs– I guess they call them ladders on a ship like this. There seem to be six or eight men. Since this is my Fantasy, I look hopefully for Captain Jack Sparrow, but my hopes are dashed when Captain Hector Barbossa. " I understand," Brett said. "And I'm sure that no one blames you for ratting them. After all, you are the executive officer. But tell me something, were they on duty when you caught them?" No," he said. "They were both on sleep period."Brett simply shrugged. "Well then, I guess that's their right as Martian citizens, isn't it? As long as they weren't pilfering the food, damaging anything, or otherwise endangering the ship, I say let them screw their brains out. Maybe they'll find some new. Inserted a finger up my asshole. I came in few minutes. She swallowed every drop of my cum. We hugged and kissed lightly as I was a bit exhausted. She got some beer and cigarette for me. She suddenly left the drink and headed towards bathroom. I said hey where r u going. She replied her bladder is full – she got to pee. My wife would never let me get in the bathroom. I thought lets try my luck here. I requested her to leave the door open. She refused saying she has never done this before. I.