. and part of her anger had been not at him, but at the completely unwelcome twinges of something sweet as his fingertips had squeezed her hated breas...ts. She had been horrified that she could feel anything but disgust, both at him and the situation she was in.The memory of that made her angry again, and she opened the door, to walk out on the porch. She waited until he trudged across the lawn with an armful of boards and dropped them in a heap.“I told you to leave,” she said, her voice tense.“I. I went back to the hotel. The next day, as I was waiting for my flight at the airport, Karen sent me an email with an attachment. I opened it in private, and she sent me a photo of her blowing her fiancee's cock. Instantly I got hard looking at those big lips! She said she wished it was mine instead of his, and to please consider having her at my hotel the next time I visited. It would be at least 3 or 4 more weeks before I would be back in town, but seeing her in action was the decisive moment. Two port-doors at the end of the ship opened that had not been used in over 500 years. It was the same with the Nuc-Gas fuel tanks that supplied the thrusters, but we were pushed deep in our seats, they worked just as they should and accelerated us much faster than I expected, but managed to press the words: “Computronic activate Inertia Absorbers. Switch to space operation.”The pressure that had us almost black out was gone and the systems voice said. “Craft configured to space travel. Please. He began to whistle the theme from the Pink Panther innocently looking up at the ceiling. Until he ventured one more step–hearing her snapping her finger again–louder this time–more emphatic–like a warning shot. ‘I have to pee,’ he implored when he saw her glaring at him. He didn’t know what her look meant but he thought she knew–somehow–someway in her vampiristic knowing. When he unzipped his pants–he waved his hand back and forth as though he was trying to fan the smell–hoping it would.