genuine shock.
She had dangled it from one hand as if it were the skimpiest item of lingerie
and snorted at the suggestion it might satisfy her safety concerns. At the
prospect of having to wear it she displayed the first signs of panic on since
being offered the job. Even a dead contorted body hadn't drawn the look they
saw on her face as they handed her the skimpy one piece and they laughed like
drains at her reaction.
Regan didn't see the problem. Sure, Charlotte
had a fuller figure but she was gorgeous with it and while not as tall as she
or Leah she knew the result would make her happy. In any case, the suit was a
lifesaver, it was an essential.
"Oh my god!" It was Mary who first
caught sight of her as she came through the door and her mouth had dropped in
amazement.
All eyes swung to the doorway where Charlotte
stood, more confident now that she was wearing the skintight suit, but still modestly
covering strategic areas with her hands. There was truly no need.
Mary stood to slowly walk over and Regan exchanged
smiles with Leah, both knowing Charlotte was in for a prodding and pulling of
fabric that would embarrass her further.
"Girl, you look magnificent! My god,
you had the booty in the first place but doesn't that thing enhance it in all
the right places." Mary turned to Hilary. "Seriously Hilary, can we
make more of these suits?"
"Of course I could make you some, but
would you want that?" Hilary looked doubtful.
"You don't think I'd look good in
it?"
"It's not that Mary, but from my
observation your existing look produces all the right reactions in Kevin
already; would you want to change it? And you often seem to need extremely
quick access for him if you know . . ."
"Okay!" Mary laughed and held up
her hand. "I think we get the picture. Actually I was thinking more that
we could sell millions of these, start a STEIN Fashion line type of thing."
"Ladies, please," Regan
intervened, "perhaps you could discuss that later. Charlotte, you do look
great but I have to say, the look is the least important of the suits
attributes so let's talk about those concerns you had. First, safety; you were
asking about that. Well, the truth is I can't guarantee anyone's safety, and
people have died on my watch. Some of them were very close to me; I
won't lie to you about that. But we know a little more now and these suits are
state of the art as far as protection goes. Leah, Marin, Jared, myself and all our
ADF crew wear them all the time at work. They'll stop a bullet or a knife;
nothing will get through that fabric although you may be bruised or suffer the
odd broken bone. But most importantly, you won't be dead. Second, in the
unlikely event that you get thrown into vacuum like the unfortunate Commander, the
suit instantly covers your head providing protection from vacuum and giving you
air for a short time until rescue."
Charlotte looked doubtful. "That
wouldn't have helped the Commander; no one seemed to know he was even
missing."
Regan stood and walked to her, reaching up
and fingering the Chinese collar. "And in answer to that concern Charlie,
this I think will be the clincher for you; you will not be alone on that ship.
The suit collar houses a processor, so you will be carrying a passenger all the
time, a partner, a brilliant Mind and a rat catcher who will help you with
everything on ship and work undercover."
Charlotte brightened, "Ham?"
Hilary looked crestfallen.
Regan shook her head. "No babe, your
passenger will be the redoubtable Hilary."
"Oh . . . even better!" The genuine
reaction and brilliant smile made up for lost ground and Hilary beamed widely.
Regan smiled. "Ham will continue as
the Mind of both Behemoth and Ascendant while engaging with Lucas, AI of the
Fair Passage, as if nothing has happened. He may even be able to distract Lucas
from time to time as Hilary might need. But Hilary's presence with you is for
your knowledge only and ours, okay; at least for the moment?"
"Absolutely, so how do
She had dangled it from one hand as if it were the skimpiest item of lingerie
and snorted at the suggestion it might satisfy her safety concerns. At the
prospect of having to wear it she displayed the first signs of panic on since
being offered the job. Even a dead contorted body hadn't drawn the look they
saw on her face as they handed her the skimpy one piece and they laughed like
drains at her reaction.
Regan didn't see the problem. Sure, Charlotte
had a fuller figure but she was gorgeous with it and while not as tall as she
or Leah she knew the result would make her happy. In any case, the suit was a
lifesaver, it was an essential.
"Oh my god!" It was Mary who first
caught sight of her as she came through the door and her mouth had dropped in
amazement.
All eyes swung to the doorway where Charlotte
stood, more confident now that she was wearing the skintight suit, but still modestly
covering strategic areas with her hands. There was truly no need.
Mary stood to slowly walk over and Regan exchanged
smiles with Leah, both knowing Charlotte was in for a prodding and pulling of
fabric that would embarrass her further.
"Girl, you look magnificent! My god,
you had the booty in the first place but doesn't that thing enhance it in all
the right places." Mary turned to Hilary. "Seriously Hilary, can we
make more of these suits?"
"Of course I could make you some, but
would you want that?" Hilary looked doubtful.
"You don't think I'd look good in
it?"
"It's not that Mary, but from my
observation your existing look produces all the right reactions in Kevin
already; would you want to change it? And you often seem to need extremely
quick access for him if you know . . ."
"Okay!" Mary laughed and held up
her hand. "I think we get the picture. Actually I was thinking more that
we could sell millions of these, start a STEIN Fashion line type of thing."
"Ladies, please," Regan
intervened, "perhaps you could discuss that later. Charlotte, you do look
great but I have to say, the look is the least important of the suits
attributes so let's talk about those concerns you had. First, safety; you were
asking about that. Well, the truth is I can't guarantee anyone's safety, and
people have died on my watch. Some of them were very close to me; I
won't lie to you about that. But we know a little more now and these suits are
state of the art as far as protection goes. Leah, Marin, Jared, myself and all our
ADF crew wear them all the time at work. They'll stop a bullet or a knife;
nothing will get through that fabric although you may be bruised or suffer the
odd broken bone. But most importantly, you won't be dead. Second, in the
unlikely event that you get thrown into vacuum like the unfortunate Commander, the
suit instantly covers your head providing protection from vacuum and giving you
air for a short time until rescue."
Charlotte looked doubtful. "That
wouldn't have helped the Commander; no one seemed to know he was even
missing."
Regan stood and walked to her, reaching up
and fingering the Chinese collar. "And in answer to that concern Charlie,
this I think will be the clincher for you; you will not be alone on that ship.
The suit collar houses a processor, so you will be carrying a passenger all the
time, a partner, a brilliant Mind and a rat catcher who will help you with
everything on ship and work undercover."
Charlotte brightened, "Ham?"
Hilary looked crestfallen.
Regan shook her head. "No babe, your
passenger will be the redoubtable Hilary."
"Oh . . . even better!" The genuine
reaction and brilliant smile made up for lost ground and Hilary beamed widely.
Regan smiled. "Ham will continue as
the Mind of both Behemoth and Ascendant while engaging with Lucas, AI of the
Fair Passage, as if nothing has happened. He may even be able to distract Lucas
from time to time as Hilary might need. But Hilary's presence with you is for
your knowledge only and ours, okay; at least for the moment?"
"Absolutely, so how do
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