She was still too young at the time to tell for sure. Same brown hair, narrow face, unblemished skin, and light blue eyes that seemed to infest my si...de of the family tree. The only difference between me and her was how we treated our hair. I’ve never dyed it, and I kept it in a short bob, but she’s been highlighting and dying it for years, leaving it completely uncut since her High School graduation five years ago.I did my business and washed my hands. The doorbell rang. I ran downstairs. When she returned he was sitting on the stool with his legs turned away from her. The contours of his body were breathless. She had sketched more than her share of nudes, but this young man was among the best specimens she had ever seen.She walked to her easel and picked up a pencil. She gave him a few directions as to how she wanted him posed, but after a few tries she put down her tools and walked over to him.“I need you to move so I can see all of you.” She told him.He shifted on his stool. By then it was to late. The three being crew was sucked, one at a time, out the opening, and into the cold of space. Not that any of them lived though the process of being withdrawn from their ship. They would have been torn to pieces, normally, but sometimes things happen in funny ways. Today, they floated out looking like sausages. Their ship still had power, but scanners showed no life signs on board. The fighters moved on.The mother ship's AI unit noted the loss of cabin pressure in one of. She saw right through me. I know what you took, now just give it back. Her tone dropped from rage to just plain disappointment. I reached into my pocket, scrunched them up, making them as small as possible, and handed them back. Even in such a serious clusterfuck of a situation, in the back of my head I was thinking damn I cant believe Im going to miss out on these sweet panties. I said Im sorry while she was returning them to the hamper. I figured I was completely fucked and it really couldnt.