" I'm no babe. I'm no chick," Roger teared up."Don't you dare tear up, honey! You're so much more than just a chick,trust me you are a babe!" said Bre...nda, immediately sucking up the tearwith a powder puff. "I used mostly waterproof stuff on you, but I stilldon't want you a mess. Try to take a few small steps on your own towardsthe set, and go see how sexy you look. Your transformation is justmagnificent."Roger took tiny steps learning to balance in his shoes and outfit. Theten feet seemed like. For two weeks, no hockey games were played – what would have been thought essential on Earth was now a luxury on Thule.Finally, two weeks before Samantha's fourteenth birthday, the fleet got word via extremely-high-speed message drone: Sa'arm scouts had sniffed at Hesperus. Operation Harvester was a "go".The fleet that sailed from Thule within 8 hours of receiving that message was impressive: a carrier with two squadrons of A-20 Warthogs and one of F-50 Space Sabres, battle cruisers, light. I was content with my lot, apart from being a little horny.I'd always found that success at work fuelled my need for fun in the bedroom. It was as if my cheque book was connected to my cunt, if you'll excuse the vulgarity.I'd just signaled the waiter for another dry martini when she walked in.It was the dress that first caught my eye, just slightly off white with a Nordic design across the bust. It clung to her curvy figure in all the right places.Cashmere or merino wool, maybe some exotic. She said, "Yes, just like that." Pat then reached up and stroked Kathy's cheek with the back of her fingers. Kathy took Pat's hand and lightly kissed her fingers then the back of her hand. They looked into each other's eyes. Kathy closed hers and Pat leaned in and kissed her lips in the gentlest way that I almost came right then. I saw my wife's nipples harden beneath her blouse. Kathy placed her hands, one on each side of Pat's cheeks like she was holding a fragile Faberge egg, and returned.