<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Claire.jpg/265px-Claire.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophie DeLaurents</span></span><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Mascot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upper engineroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lance<br/><br/><hr/><br/>I took a deep breath to calm down, the motion causing my cleavage to expand nicely.  "Ah... Ah guess yer raght mister Lance.  Ah jest lahk ta poke mah nose in places.  Ah guess Ah ken keep mah hands ta mahself more."  I looked up with big, glistening eyes.  "Do yah think tha captain wouldn't lahk me?  He seems pretty stern an strong.  Ah lahk strong men, lahk yew but Ah'd hate ta cause tha captain problems.  Ah'll do what yew say 'an keep clear of him."  She took another deep breath and tried to calm down.<br/><br/>I felt the bulge in Mister Lance's pants and ground against it.  I smiled and felt a twinge of need as he pressed back against me.  "Mmmmm..."  He felt good, big and strong.  "Oh, AH'm glad yew aren't mad at me Mister Lance."  I reached down and took his hands in mine.  "Ah'm sorry Ah caused yew trouble Mister Lance.  Yer such a strong man, you've got such nice, strong hands.  Ah love strong hands lahk that.  Ah've been think'n 'bout yer hands since Ah met ya Mister Lance.  Ah'm sure yew ken do wonderful things with hands lahk them."