The compartment's walls were a light green and the central rib was a dark brown.The white uniformed crew worked on two floors. Most of the consoles we...re spread out on the main floor. A green, grated-metal mezzanine deck lined the walls, making the second floor workspace. The decking was just wide enough for a console acceleration couch, complete with workstation and a walkway with a guardrail. I saw about a dozen console cubicles on the mezzanine level. The whole compartment was as quiet as the. "Frances let out a huge giggle and clutched my hands tightly in both of hers saying, "I think you are doing wonderfully, Dolly!" I'm not doing wonderfully compared to you, Frances! You act so naturally. You don't have to have the other women help you pick out what to wear. You do your own makeup, and beautifully I might add. Compared to you, I'm a total washout as a woman!" I groused, giving Frances an exaggerated pout."Now you listen here, sweetie, you can't be comparing yourself with me! I. I was so ashamed. Not of the old man's defense of me, (after all he could whistle the loops/he worked in leather, not wood) with the best of 'em, but, ashamed of his appearance there in his work clothes. I've cried a million tears in the over half-century since for that shame.---------But, back to Girl's mini-skirts:"Cully, if you were a girl like Girl no way would dad and I let you out of this house dressed like that, honey. I'm shocked her parents permit it."It was all for show. She guarded. He caressed her cheeks. He was torn between Ramani and his mother, Chandra could see it in his eyes. Mann move closer to her, his lips brushing against hers. Softly, he kissed her. His fingers ran through her black curly hair, pulling her head back. He kissed her neck, sending shivers through Chandra’s nerves. She grabbed his head, held it tight.Slowly, but surely, Mann moved down her body, dexterously licking, kissing her navel, her succulent breasts, her tummy, and finally her clitoris. Each.