I don't want to wear any of her clothes. We managed to redesign and reproduce my uniforms to fit my current form.CAPTAIN KIRK'S PERSONAL LOG: STARDATE... 4033.2I managed to persuade Uhura to stop trying to talk me into wearing short skirts. I tried on a couple of them for an hour or so at her insistence, and wore one to dinner that night but I just didn't feel right wearing them. The snickering of a few of the men and the looks from some of the other men didn't help my state of mind much. She and. Once again our eyes met, we exchanged smiles, and she went up the aisle and I went the other way. Another five minutes found me getting a couple of Valentine cards for my grandchildren and here she came again. Again the exchange of glances and small smiles except this time I said, "You're following me, I can tell."She laughed and said, "Damn, and I was trying to be so discrete about it."She went right and I turned left. Next it was the paint aisle. I smiled at her and said, "If this keeps up I. The thought of moving on made me shudder. “’Ave you been to The Savoy?” Miss Scarlet inquired. I shook my head. “Gorgeous it is. Totally modern. It’s got incandescent light bulbs.” “Electric?” “That’s right, it’s incredible. Folks are saying they don’t look good but I disagree. It’ll catch on, you mark my words. We should follow suit.” “Put electric lights in ‘ere?” I stifled my amusement. Our little theatre hadn’t changed in decades. The thought of introducing new-fangled technology was. And I’m going to let you, and say please and thank you the whole time, but first, you’re going to come hard in my mouth, and make me swallow every drop. Then, after you fuck me in the butt, I want you to pound my tight snatch until I pass out. ‘We have time for all that?’ I ask, acting the lover. ‘Bob doesn’t get home ’til dark. So sit back, relax and enjoy it stud, as I suck all that gooey, hot come out of your balls. Just think of it as an appetizer to feast on before you stick that monster.