Kara stretched, yawned, and floated gently over to the comm station where I sat. Her auburn hair trailed behind her, flowed around her as she came to a stop beside me. My mind knew it was simply the lack of gravity playing with fluid dynamics, but I couldn’t help but stare, transfixed. It was like living underwater. She moved so gracefully, long legs and slender arms propelling her gorgeous body about the cabin.

“Oi, you there?” She had seen me staring.

“Sorry. I was lost in thought.” I tried to concentrate on something else, but she pulled close to me, and I felt her slight (yet firm) breasts graze against my arm. I recalled how they had looked in the filtered orange glow of the sunlight, laid bare before me as we came together as one . . .

“Was?” She poked me.

“What?”

“You’re staring at my tits, Captain.”