Sated.After minutes of hard breathing, panting, she offered a soft, "Wow!"Softly, he said to her, "I hope you don't mind. I just felt you needed that...." No, it's fine," she answered. "I surely did ... need ... THAT!"Tammy reached over, found his neck and then with her hand behind it, drew his lips to hers for a light, brief kiss."What on earth brought you out here in the dead of night?" he questioned her as their kiss ended.She told him the story of her abusive boy-friend, now 'Ex-Friend, ' and. ? I smirk at this straining sculpture of livingflesh.? That Clarky is a bastard.? The frame is totally the wrong size for 396 -built to hold slaves at least 6' tall - not 5'6".? Instead of a humiliating and uncomfortabledisplay position, 396 is wracked with agony; and judging by the heaving,sweating chest, the childish whimpering and the tears running down the side ofthe boy's face, has been for some time. 396 is one of myfavorites among the stock here at the Academy.?Barely nineteen, he has. Sam let Ann loose and he pulled Sharon into his arms, his right hand going up to cup her breast through the shirt she'd worn out that night. Ann was right there with them, and after their first sexual encounter together, they all knew the basic ground rules they'd agreed on. No sex play with Sam and Ann unless Sharon was there with them, and everybody was OK with whatever happened other than that. That meant that anything Ann felt like doing with Sam or Sharon was OK, and so forth. They all. Something prevented her from moving, and she brought her right hand up to her chest. Her seat harness was still attached, and she found the emergency release and pushed it firmly.She drifted free of the seat, and immediately bumped against something solid. Planting her good hand, she turned her entire body toward the light source. She was on the flag bridge deck, or at least what was left of it. A few emergency lights glowed from the remains of the bulkheads, while debris drifted everywhere.