"Uh ... what are you doing?" Chen asked before gasping for breath. The feeling of her fingers stroking his stomach felt so good. Every nerve in Chen's... body was ultra sensitive, overloading his brain until he was at the woman's mercy."You can call me Gail." The woman said. Ripping open his shirt the woman rose up and began kissing and nibbling his neck.Between breaths the woman said, "You taste and smell so good."Chen could only manage a soft moan in response. The sound of doors dinging open at. Get in the truck."Reluctantly she started walking toward the truck. "Where are we going?" she asked as she arrived at where we were standing."Into town to pick up the days groceries for the restaurant."Marcy stopped dead. "WHAT?!" The restaurant. It's a place where people pay other people to cook-" I know what a damned restaurant is," Marcy growled."Language, young lady!" her mother called from the sedan."You don't expect me to go into town like this, surely?" Yes, and stop calling me Shirley,". Reid turned her face up towards the source of the breeze, closing her eyes and letting it blow her bedraggled mop of hair. It was like stepping out of a goddamned sauna, the ever-present rotting vegetation smell dispelled by the shuttle’s air purifiers. She heard Sousa laugh, and turned her head to watch the swarthy biologist chuckle.“I just realized how bad we smell,” he said, “like we ran a marathon and used compost for deodorant.”There were a few sympathetic chuckles, but it was more of an. "Does that mean that it turned you on to think of me… you know… jerking off with your panties?" Oh god, I thought. How do I answer this? If I said no, he would know I was lying. But if I said yes, well, that didn’t seem like the kind of thing a mother should say to her son. So I tried to be evasive. "I’ll just say that you caught me at a vulnerable moment," I said in a very soft tone. "Come on mom," Kye begged. "Be honest." He said in a firm but soft tone. I was stuck and didn’t know what.