It was at least an hour before the pain subsided enough for me to stop sweating like a pig. Mutha frack, I thought. I wondered what the customer was... going to think about the results of her request.Her first day went about as normal, as she waited for her request to happen. I assume she went to sleep disappointed but that was about to change. About midnight, I snuck into her room and tried to get her ready without wakening her. I was partially successful. I managed to get her ankles. "Once out on the deck, I spread out the towel. I left the door open to the living room to let some air in the house.As I was laying down I heard her call out to me, "Don't feel you have to wear shorts on my account."I wasn't sure if she was joking, but the erection was clouding my thinking just enough that I took the suggestion, removed my shorts and laid face down on the towel. The sun was warm and the wind was just enough to keep it from getting too hot. It seemed like I was there for hours. It’s because of that she was tentative to make friends here. Even like minded ones as she feared becoming self conscious. If she remained anonymous she remained free. And tonight everything seemed right, she felt great. Sophie wasn’t sure whether it was just that all the right songs were playing or just that the mood felt good. She felt good, dressed in a short black bandeau dress that fit tightly over her curves. It’s funny, she thought, how atmosphere makes such a difference. It’s so. .. assuming they don’t discover them,” Cillort noted.“The informants we left in place have not reported any interest in the system other than a rallying cry for vengeance,” Admiral Manno, in charge of intelligence gathering, replied.“Can we hold them long enough?” Cillort asked in general.“We may have to sacrifice Balesia and Tarron, but at the current rate of attrition, yes,” Spake replied. “The new shipyard will be fully automated and capable of producing a hull per day and have them fitted.