Anjali returned slowly to consciousness, her mind unwilling to part from the blessed oblivion which had been hers for the last several hours. As she returned to awareness she remembered that she was in Dwayne's bed and as that realization came to be she noticed that his arm was firmly tucked around her midriff. Her tank top had slipped up precariously during the night and his warm skin was on her naked torso, just below her breasts which had, following the ships artificial gravity rested on each other. The other thing she realized was that in addition to him having wrapped his big arm around her, he had also spooned against her, and his sleeping exhalations were blowing warm air against her neck. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth and the intimacy with another human being. Sometimes her servant had crawled into her bunk and they held each other, enjoying each other's touch and warmth. Then there was another odd sensation, something large and bulky was pushing against her behind, and she knew for sure it wasn't Dwayne's legs. She gently moved and touched the object and had just determined that it was a pillow when his sleepy voice grumbled into her neck...<br/><br/>"And what exactly are you doing in my bed?"<br/><br/>Anjali froze and rested her arm on his mostly because she wasn't sure what to do with it.<br/><br/>"I...I need to use the bathroom," she stammered, hoping the reply would satisfy him, but his hand merely slid under her ribcage and held her fast.<br/><br/>"To repeat...what exactly are you doing in my bed?"<br/><br/>Anjali sighed and relaxed back again. What should she tell him she wondered, but the answer was clear. The truth.<br/><br/>"After reading the letter and watching the video I couldn't sleep. I felt so alone...." her voice trailed off, not sure what else to say. There, condensed to it's essence was the truth. She had felt alone, adrift. Lying down with Dwayne was like having an anchor to life and humanity, and in this void, it's what she had needed to stay sane last night.<br/><br/>They lay like this for a while, she had relaxed and they started breathing in unison, his broad chest pressed against her back, she reached back and moved her hair up higher so it wouldn't be in his face. She reflected how nice it felt to just be held, just held and not fucked. She wasn't just sent to the Srinivasan colony as a breeder, but she had been taught how to provide her masters and owners with maximum pleasure. Her instructors were a man and a woman team, who instructed her and trained her. They were Srinivasans of course, minor cousins, but as the man had said when fucked away her virginity, no cock other than a Srinivasan cock would ever enter her. But no one ever held her, other than her servant Titli of course, no one ever just snuggled for the sake of feeling the closeness of another human being.<br/><br/>Her earlier claim turned out to be true after a while and after fidgeting for a few minutes she finally said...<br/><br/>"Captain, I'm sorry, but this crew member really does need to use the bathroom." His arm, reluctantly - she felt - released her and she climbed out, pulling her tank top down, feeling ridiculous in boxer shorts, and turned to look at him. It was then that she realized what part of him the pillow had been covering. Turning a bright red, she was sure, she quickly dashed to the bathroom and closed the door before she realized he'd hear her pee. But she needed to go badly enough by then that returning to her quarters wasn't an option. She needed to distract him, and maybe get him out.<br/><br/>"Um... Dwayne, the letter said, that there was a beacon on the pod and to leave soon if possible."<br/><br/>And then she couldn't hold it any longer.