“Excusez-moi est cette chaise prise?”I looked up shocked and confused at her since my French was non-existent.“Sorry, excuse me, is this chair t...aken?” she asked in English as she smiled warmly at me.“No, please sit down,” I replied, perhaps a little too quickly. “Hello, my name is Tom. Sorry, I don’t speak French.”“I figured that out by your bewildered look,” she giggled, as she put her towel down along with her lotion. She radiated warmth and innocent sex appeal with her smile and her French. They didn't meet anybody in the hallway, nor in the room Stacy had first entered. She wondered where Betty was, sure that if the wanton, fun-loving girl hadn't found her father and mother she'd found somebody else to sex it up with.They went around the big house on the side away from the swimming pool. Stacy didn't hear any noise, and she figured everybody was inside doing the exciting things the married couples went to a swapping party to do.Her father got behind the wheel and she got in back.. I expect she will allow you to dress for the ride. I certainly hope so!"She explained that she was to go straight out to the stables and be waiting ready for her mistress. No clothes for me today, she thought. The King allowed her to leave and she made her way outside. As soon as she left the warmth of the palace, the early morning chill began to penetrate her body and she shivered.She instructed the leering groom, who had long had a fancy for her, which horses to prepare and then stood holding. The security offered by the spacesuit wouldn't be compromised should an arm, a leg or almost any other part of the space-suit be damaged as it was designed to amputate an exposed limb rather than allow the wearer to die. Better to lose a limb than a life.After all, limbs were easily replaced.The outermost level of the Intrepid was an airless wasteland where anything that wasn't fixed to the ground had already escaped along with all the breathable air through the huge hole in the hull that was.