Damn. It was time. Tina had gone to pull on one of her minidress uniforms, and the middle had gotten all bunched up over her belly in a way that made it pretty goddamn obvious what was under there. She'd already started wearing the pants unbuttoned and held together with a safety pin when she had on the tunic and trousers variant. She needed to ( Read more... )

After her stupid blow-up with Jim, Tina had been making herself scarce around the ship. She hadn't been feeling up to socializing much lately anyhow, but she cut it off entirely for a little while in favor of moping in her quarters. Just for a day or two, she assured herself. Maybe three. She was allowed to feel sad and weirdly humiliated and ( Read more... )