"Hey," she teased, sitting up and moving a pillow to support herself, "Isn't that-?" The blouse your sister gave me?" Miranda finished Mirthfully, gla...ncing down at the all too feminine looking garment, whose soft white silk she had to admit felt nice against her skin, "Yeah. And Bob said it too, eh." Said what?"Miranda sighed, setting the tray down upon its metal legs so that it straddled Misty. "'Miranda! You look like a girl! What happened?!'" she muttered exasperatedly, "But I thought I. And I don’t want to lose her,” he said in a heartbreaking voice.Pansy laughed again. “Then don’t tell her anything,” she said sensibly.Ron shook his head, snorting. “Why do you want to make love to me?” he asked, and as he said it he blushed.She wetted her lips, just like Hermione had done the night before. She looked like a big cat that was preparing to jump. “No,” she corrected him, “not love, Weasley. Sex. Just sex.”Ron leaned against the door. “Isn’t Malfoy satisfying your needs?” he asked. There were a Senior Lieutenant, four Lieutenants and an Ensign. We all had our meal together. The young men seemed to really enjoy the meal and the company. However, I observed that our table received a number of disapproving looks from several senior Officers. As the meal drew to a close Gwyn had a suggestion.“Why don’t we leave here. It’s too hot and crowed in here. I’m sure that it would be much cooler and more private out by the river,” she suggested.“Yes, that sounds like a good idea,”. Rudkah smirked at you and she tore it off and put her loin cloth back on. You laughed at her and noticed her forehead is bleeding. You pulled out the medical ointment from your pouch. You put some on your finger and reach up to the left side of her forehead. She grabs your hand, stopping you from applying it to her. You pulled your hand back and apply it to your wounds on your arm and shoulder where she clawed you. She understood you and knelt down for easy access to you. After you're.