She almost wished
for the proverbial “disaster” that would give her
something to do. “The crew
would have to pick this night to be extraordinary
healthy.”
Sleep was out of the question, just as it had
been for the last two nights. Indian sex I put a sub-routine into
the system that would notify me if anyone tried to
use my image. “Lick
it. . …Lick your Mother’s pussy!”
Ten minutes passed as he did just that. If she ever wanted to use this
program again, and she was sure she would. “Because you’re not the only Crusher with
this fantasy.” He said softly. Each new surge only drove
him harder, determined to induce another eruption. “It needs a lot of work.”
Beverly didn’t answer, she just held his naked
body tightly against her own. Unlocking her desk, she withdrew the
computer programming module and held it in her
hand. She had created the holodeck
fantasy soon after he had left for Earth. “In fact I
can’t remember the last time I went through a whole
shift without someone reporting to sickbay for
something or other.”
“It must be your Irish luck, Morgan.”
Beverly answered the disembodied voice coming
from her com-badge. The
Wesley hologram was still there.
