<div align="center"><strong>~ Mae Little aka "Mei Mei"- in the cockpit with Vincent  - en route to Persephone ~</strong></div><br/>Cruising speed was about as exciting as watching paint dry. Mae Little (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109827.msg4772533#msg4772533), known to the crew as Mei Mei, held steady under strict orders from the Captain. Her fingers, however, itched to push the boat to her limits wanting very much to feel the power beneath her fingers as she guided it through the verse. Her  crisp green eyes scanned the inky blackness before her, so intense at times it felt like she was determined to commit to memory every inch of the vastness of deep space.<br/><br/>The verse spread out before her filled with temptation, whispering its siren song in her ear, begging for her to come and find its secrets. And oh how the young pilot wanted to explore each and every one of them. Her lust for adventure, for the thrill of the unknown, for the orgasmic pleasure of pushing that sweet hunk of aluminum to her breaking point never seemed to waver.   Though lucky for the Captain, the crew and The Gamble herself, Mei Mei wasn't stupid. Nor was she selfish. She could be reckless at times and willing to take a risk that might cause many to call her Fong luh (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nVEY4GZ2JY_oXFrXwHmZ6VGWLRAayoOIxAygvsN7jYE/edit?hl=en_US&authkey=CIulutsJ#heading=h.sn042j17ayop), though few bothered to go through the trouble thanks in part to her white hot temper, a trait that had landed the young hellion in hot water more often than she cared to admit. It was that trait that made her good at what she did, which was pilot that shiny piece of gos se  (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nVEY4GZ2JY_oXFrXwHmZ6VGWLRAayoOIxAygvsN7jYE/edit?hl=en_US&authkey=CIulutsJ#heading=h.dnfaiv4dcwsf) through everything and anything the verse had to throw at her.<br/><br/>But for now she coasted in a gentle cruising speed growing more bored by the minute. Twisting in her seat she rocked side to side causing the sway of her long hair to slide across her back. The sweep felt good as it brushed against the bare skin of her shoulders. Today she was dressed in a pair of low riding black cargo pants, a black corset style top that kept her shoulders and arms bare as well as a glimpse of her hips now and again depending on how she moved. Her outfit was typical of the exuberant youth showing both sides of her personality.  Caught between a tomboy and a young woman, Mei Mei was nothing if she wasn't a spitfire. A ball of energy that never seemed to dim or grow tired, her passion for life and adventure was great but so was her lust and taste for a more intimate pleasure. One she sought out as often as she could.<br/><br/>Young and adventurous could be an intoxicating combination, explosive and as dangerous as a Da-shiong bao-jah-shr duh la doo-tze. (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nVEY4GZ2JY_oXFrXwHmZ6VGWLRAayoOIxAygvsN7jYE/edit?hl=en_US&authkey=CIulutsJ#heading=h.j2ib6ly2pnk7)  She needed a firm hand at times as much as she needed a warm hug. Mei Mei received both at the hands of her family. The crew of The Gamble, every single one of them she would be willing to die for without a moments hesitation. Today however she would have to settle for the mind numbing experience of cruising.<br/><br/>Letting her head fall back, Mei Mei stared at the ceiling sighing heavily and taking in a deep breath. Her chest rose and fell with the effort before she began to cough, wrinkling her nose and rolling her head to the right as she looked over at her co-pilot and fellow crew member, Vincent.  "That  gorram mutt smell is still sticking to the air" she grumbled as she raised one arm to her face leaning over just enough to meet it half way and take in a large sniff.  "Ugh! It's on my skin...I need a shower, you need a shower!” Smirking she added with a sassy wink "if we were thoughtful we could conserve our water reserves and shower together.”<br/><br/>Her laughter danced on the air and tickled the senses of those it met as she continued to swing in her chair chewing her gum and blowing a large bubble to its breaking point.  The soft pink sweet stuck to her chin bringing a smile to her face as she pealed it from her skin with her fingers. Tossing her head back, Mei Mei fed the chewing gum back into her awaiting mouth, licking her lips to sweep any rouge pieces clean from her pretty face.  Turning once more to flash a flirty smile towards Vincent, her dark eyes danced with amusement as she began to entertain them both with as many bad cow jokes that she could think of in honour of the single visitor that had the decency to try and  overpower the mutt stink with its own special aroma.<br/><br/>"Why does a milking stool have only three legs?” not waiting for his reply she followed quickly with the punch line "because the cow has the udder.”  Her smirk showed she was far from finished as Mei Mei began to pepper him with her very special brand of humour. "What kind of milk comes from a forgetful cow?” she waited but a second or two before replying "milk of amnesia"  That one gained a giggle before she jumped in with another "where do cows go when they want a night out? No idea? Come on guess" Mei Mei teased before once more pushing forth with the punch line "to the moo-vies!  Okay, okay, one more I promise!”  Her green eyes sparkled with amusement as she let loose with her final cow joke, or at least until a fresh batch came her way. "Do you know why the cow jumped over the moon?” Wiggling in her seat, she could barely contain her amusement before blurting out "The farmer had cold hands!”<br/><br/><br/>