I shifted ever so slightly,  to allow myself to become more comftorable.  I was not used to such close physical contact.  It was not unpleasant, nor did I find it particularly titilating.  In truth,  it was simply another action,  I might as well have been told to fight another angel.  The motions were different,  but the purposes were still the same I was doing it because I was told to.<br/><br/>I allowed the taller woman to manipulate my petite frame,  I allowed my eyes to sweep over her once again.  She had all the inherant qualities of the women in pornopgraphy,  pronounced but still graceful hips,  large breasts,  astetically pleasing facial features.  Should I have been feeling something?  A slight flutter in my heart perhaps?  I scanned my body for any change,  so far,  I detected none.<br/><br/><em>I will not fail. </em>I thought to myself.<br/><br/>I began to lean forward,  ready to kiss the Major yet it was at that time the Doctor opened the door and my eyes shifted to focus upon her.  She was familiar,  like the Commander despite the familiarity we possessed no mutual bonds,  it was a strictly clinical relationship in the strongest sense of the words.<br/><br/><strong>"Good Morning." </strong>I said formally.  "<strong>I have no questions as of yet..." </strong>It was then that I felt a warm hand pressed against my back.  Was it a gesture of meant to comfort me?<br/><br/>