Samson And Delilah

Samson And Delilah
seated nude
Spring Breeze
Sweet Nothings
station's unkempt control desk. Sunscreen oil had kept his skin from burning. Theskin of the girl on his lap had been equally protected, and there was a great deal moreof the protected area in view. Somehow even dried sweat looked good on her. "Hey, everybody!" Luke yelled again, having elicited something less than anoverwhelming response with his first cry. He ran toward the instrument room at therear of the station while the mechanic, half asleep, ran a hand across his face andmumbled, "Did I hear a young noise blast through here?" The girl on his lap stretched sensuously, her well-worn clothing tugging invarious intriguing directions. Her voice was casually throaty. "Oh," she yawned,"that was just Wormie on one of his rampages." Deak and Windy looked up from the computer-assisted pool game as Luke burstinto the room. They were dressed much like Luke, although their clothing was ofbetter fit and somewhat less exercised. All three youths contrasted strikingly with the burly handsome player at the farside of the table. From neatly clipped hair to his precision-cut uniform he stood outin the room like an Oriental poppy in a sea of oats. Behind the three humans a softhum came from where a repair robot was working patiently on a broken piece ofstation equipment.