I really like it though Mark.” As I looked at him I could tell the wheels were turning, that he was mulling something over in his mind. Finally he d...ecided. “Fuck it, I’ll show you what you want to see,” he said as he grabbed my hand and we headed back down the stairs. “If you don’t want me to see it, you don’t have to show it Mark. I can just go,” I said emphatically. He ignored what I said and just kept pulling me. At the base of the stairs we traveled again down the hallway and came to a. She knew she needed to choose two more, and under normal circumstances would have chosen them during a chaotic pickup before being rushed off Earth. Her pickup however, was far from normal. It was too bad the hunky SWAT captain was a sponsor, she would have grabbed him immediately. Heck, she was tempted to grab him anyway just to see what he was packing.Sighing, she looked around the dining room, although since they were on a ship, it was called the galley. She noticed a hard-looking woman. Once Charles mustered the balls and courage to make a descent try for Kate, they seemed from the very first moment to have some sort good understanding of eachother, while not quite getting exactly why they made eachother feel so nice when in company. You could say it all started when Charles, after some previous flirting, decided to pull a bit of a stunt on Kate, He called her and said that he was going to take her out for the weekend. She didn’t brush him off, rather in a more curious way. "What changed it was . . . was . . ." She stopped."Tell me," he urged her gently."I . . . " She stopped again and her voice quivered. "I . . . " You . . . ?" I hated her for not being what you needed."Owen was caught off guard. He stood and thought and smiled. Such loyalty from the shadows; he was impressed. He stepped back and looked at her. She was obviously aroused, horny, wanton . . . but she was also scared. Terrified as a matter of fact. He smiled at her and brushed her hair back from her.