He looked around the tight control cabin of the small Bosco work ship or 'Little B" as they were commonly known. She kept this vehicle in good order. ...She had to. Scrappers depended on two things: their ships and their brains. There were double seats next to each other with dual controls and a large 5-foot high vacuum-shield in front. Many switches and dials lined the walls and ceiling around them.However, it was, by comparison to other ships, uncomplicated and easy to operate.Above the left. “Crocodiles? Jesus, Tom.”Tom leaned in, looking suddenly serious. “Look, Catherine. I really like you, but sometimes I feel like I’m just a friend who gets to sleep over occasionally, if I’ve showered enough. I want you to meet my friends, be my ‘plus one’ for this wedding and... well, maybe a break away with another couple will help you get over whatever’s stopping you from sleeping at night?”I stared at him for a moment, recalling the dream I’d had several hours earlier.Tom gave me a confused. “Ahhh!!! Nothing papa” she wanted it to stop before it makes them regret, but her father teased her more with his hands now grazing her boobs pretending to hug her and show his affection. Her body hugged him tightly making him feel her boobs as her saree dropped from her shoulder and she started breathing heavily.“Beti, you have a lovely face!” he didn’t know he just said that which made his daughter blush, as he was lost in kissing her more and more and slowly made his way to her ears and. I realized with a start that her muttering had stopped. But she was stillgray."What is it?" I asked, subconsciously happy to let the uncomfortable topicdrop for a moment. "Why are you still--" It's not working!" she said, sounding frustrated for the first time since Imet her. "I tried every color, every shade from pale white to black."I tried to imagine her as a black girl. It was a strange sight indeed."But none of it worked," she went on, not privy to my thoughts (though shehad, on occasion,.