” Snarled the Klack captain several steps ahead of us,” I want to know. Have the Cadet attend Captain’s table at 2000 hrs sharp.”“Aye Sir.�...�The Captain disappeared into an IST shaft and was gone. The Commander grinned at me.” Our old Ant is a very good captain. It is usually completely impossible to predict what is on his mind, and not only because he is a Klack and he is a stickler for Fleet formalities. So it is Dress Uniform for dinner, Midshipman.”“Yes Sir.”He was a Commander but he did not. .I slide the new blouse over your shoulders, and then do up the buttons. It looks beautiful on you, and to see how the material hugs your body, I run my hands over your breasts and then stand behind you and cup your breasts in my hands. I can feel your nipples harden under my touch. I undo the new blouse, and take it off of you, and then put the one you had worn today back on. While you stand there only in your bra, in between blouses, I again kiss your nipples through the bra, and take a small. As I walked on I supposed I was also part of this homogenous mass, private within my own collective, hurrying along as if some urgent matter needed to be attended to. The only urgency for me at 5:30 though, was the couch in my living room and the bottle of whiskey in my kitchen. As I descended into the depths of the underground, I looked around me as if for the first time at my surroundings. The people milling around me in their dull grey suits patiently waited in queues, waiting to be led. . I pulled away, and something flashed in her eyes - was it relief, surprise or disappointment? I looked at the clock on the wall behind her, not wanting to be drawn into any more feelings until I had gotten a grip on myself. "I'll see the guests out," I told her, my voice low, shaking. "Maybe we can have this some other day... Get dressed, hon. Go to your room and take some rest."Not trusting myself to look at her again, I spun on my heels and walked out of the room.Most of the guests had.