" Well, that's a thought." He mused, actually seeming to consider, while glancing under some of the more obvious overhangs."But an inducer like that i...sn't part of any bulk ships drive assembly." This is a mining colony," Washu continued."You could use an ore processor. The inductor assemble could be easily modified." Hmmm." He stopped, seeming to actually be considering."A ballsy idea. Might work, who knows?" At that point he straitened, seeming to tire of 'the game'."But I'm telling you right. Perhaps they, likeher, were reassured by the fact that the odds were greatly in their favor.Or maybe, like her, they found themselves strangely excited by the risk, whateverthe outcome. Was that why Ming hadn't put up more resistance? Did she get as much a rushout of the possibility of losing as the hope of winning? Was she that crazy? At the beginning, of course, it seemed relatively innocuous. A harmless agreementto an enigmatic invitation backed by a thrilling promise. She remembered. I will not have my perfect torso disparaged by specious comparisons to a Greek god. I am but a man, after all.” He laughed, obviously delighted with the praise. His eyes followed my hands as they lotioned up my shoulders and chest and abs, and when they reached my cock I could actually see him take a big breath. “See,” I said, “the trouble with putting lotion on your cock is that the more you use, the more you need.” “Until suddenly you got too much,” he said with a laugh. “I'm gonna grab my. "You're probably not the only man here, could say that." Or the only woman, either," Brenda DiQuinzio said. "Max has made Sandra out to be some kind of slut -- no, no, Max, I know you didn't say that, in so many words. But Sandra hasn't done anything all that strange. First of all, saying she's had sex with three of the men here is a little misleading, because the way I heard it, the only time she's had sex with you, Max, was before the Virus hit. So that means that, now, here in the New World.