I saw her looking me over... and I liked it. It wasn't an erotic once-over, but it was certainly appreciative, and that was enough to get the blood pumping to my gender-denying groin once again. I tilted my head to the side a little as she scurried away from me, little butt bouncing as she ran, her perfect silky skin shining in the harsh light of the ship. Those scars didn't go unnoticed, but it only made her more beautiful, to me... Perfect smoothness was something for the Net, not for real life. There needed to be the line of muscle, or the bump of chub, or the distraction of scar to make a person really<em>real...</em><br/><br/>I slid into the shower behind her, docking gently, my hardness sliding between her pretty legs and resting there as I slipped my rough, mechanic hands around her smooth belly, bending my head down next to her ear and letting her bloodied wetness wash over myself as well, admitting my part in the injury.