A couple of days later I was slowly parking in a wide shuttle bay. I glanced at the strange girl that had ridden with me and she smiled, "not to bad. ...The engines are a little rough and the reactor could be improved."I cleared my throat, "but can you design the fighter with everything I have in the runner?"She climbed out and I stared at her bare butt as the tiny skirt she wore rode up, "that will be easy."I climbed out and followed her towards a side hatch, "and the lasers?"She grinned back at. But she knew I'd be there when she next wanted to use me. She'd just given me more of herself than ever before in ourmarriage, and I'd given her more too. It was true. I could tellby her languorous stroll toward the bedroom door, her thighsrolling slowly, that she'd never felt more satisfied either. Atleast I'd never seen her looking more satisfied. So I guessed thatI should be satisfied too. She loved me. She was doing everythingshe could think of to please me. Just as she did with her. I'm willing to bet that both will be air dancing before the week is over," Henrietta predicted.When we got back to the office, I noticed that everyone was gone for the night. I didn't realize how late it was, and told Henrietta that I was headed home for the night, too. As I started to gather my clothes, I got a hard slap on my ass. When I turned to discover why she slapped my ass, I then noticed that Henrietta was now naked. Well, almost naked. Naked if you did not count the huge strap-on. " Good for you," Michelle said in honest admiration. "And are you also in school?" she asked Joy."One of us has to work full time," Joy said, "I'm a personal trainer over at New Woman."Taking another long look at Joy's trim, muscular form, Michelle took note that the tall Asian woman was a walking advertisement for her services."And what do you do?" Joy asked Michelle, conscious of the fact that the shorter woman's eyes lingered on her perhaps a bit too long."I'm a writer," Michelle replied,.