As they were herded into the next room Scott was feeling pretty damn good, with a very pleased smile on his lips. Surrounded by the naked and lovely forms of the (mostly) women he had flown in, he had already been complimented by Wade. He would most certainly find the time to be in the showers with her. The wheels were already turning in his mind, wondering about what kinda things a sexy woman like her would be into, what one could get away with, in the likely basic showering facilities they would have around here. Plainly, she didn’t have any problem with exhibitionism or voyeurism.<br/><br/>The next room proved the fisherman right in at least two respects to his answer to Nerys. They were getting shaved and measured at the same time. The laser haircut didn’t bother him all that much, as it zap only about an inch, maybe an inch and a half from his head. However, he did mind the complete remove of the rest of his hair. For one thing, he planned on going back to fishing after his service and he liked growing a beard during the winter months, it helped to keep his face warm. The other problem he had with it, was the fact that it made it look like someone had zap his crotch with a time machine and turned the clock back to when he was ten, all be it leaving him the same size as an adult. He didn’t dig the hairless look on himself but didn’t mind it on the girls around him.<br/><br/>The shower was welcome if an unpleasant shock to the system at first. After the first few seconds, the cold water felt good on his skin, as it washed away the black covering his body and removed the vile smell of burnt hair out from under his nose. However, the iciness did put a damper on the blood flow to his recently shaved manhood. Slowed it so much, it was in reverse by the time the shower ended and the recruits were shuffled off to form a long line, to await medical injections. Drying off with the provided towel, he tossed it back on the rack. He didn’t feel the need to cover up, they had already seen him naked, why bother with wrapping a towel around his waist now?<br/><br/>Scott was glad he felt that way, in a few minutes. Ahead of him in line, Amy and Miranda very still talking. He caught the end of one sentence, something about getting a hunky guy with tanlines off the fastest and then their olympian was looking back at him. He flashed her a big smile, which all but screamed, “Ready and Willing Ma’am!”. He was ogling them both a little bit, eyebrow wiggling suggestively, when the ESPer looked back. Her eyes went right to his package, renewing the flow and swelling the muscle with pumping blood. He smiled wider when Amy looked down too, announcing him as the main event.<br/><br/>“Plenty to go around” he said with a chuckle.