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Part 4 of 6


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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: R and R
Part: 4 of 6
Universe: R and R
Summary: A mercenary unit sets down on a backwater planet for a little
entertainment.

Keywords: M+F M+f Ff FF M+M rape nc oral anal ScFi

Chapter 4

	"Cap'n?"  It was Lothar, on comm.  "We ever comin' back to this hole?"

	Rendec scratched his chin.  A lot depended upon circumstance...
"Well, it's an unaligned world," he replied, "And it hasn't had contact.  But
it's in the sector that those idiot Armag were SUPPOSED to be patrolling.  And
depending on what we find here, we can put in a claim..."  Commercial
exploitation of backward worlds WAS allowed, within certain rules, and was
done anyway, without any rules, when the exploiters could get away with it.
Who cared if you were eventually fined a couple of million credits, if you're
sitting on a world?  "Yeah, it's possible -- if only to collect the Armag's
bonuses!"

	"Awright.  I'm gonna mark this one, Sir," Lothar replied.

	"Really?"  Rendec blinked.  Lothar had a thing for the heavy, big-
mouthed cunt he'd fried the fur off of?

	"Yeah.  She turned out to be decent stuff," Lothar admitted.

	"Okay, but nothing too traceable," Rendec directed.

	"Aye, sir."  Lothar turned his ring so the signet was down, and popped
a cover.  Joy, who was not party to the comm conversation, knew nothing until
Lothar popped her rather soundly on the ass.  It stung for a moment, but he
rubbed it away, grinning.  Joy looked nettled for a moment, but put the whole
thing aside.


	Rendec turned to Lee.  "You seem to be taking this all in stride," he
commented.  "Why aren't you more excited?"

	"I've seen war," Lee replied.  "I'm looking around and I see a lot of
hurt feelings, maybe, but no one's been killed.  Spacecraft like that aren't
local, and I've always been fascinated."

	"Do you ride?"

	"No, my daughter does.  And no, she's not here; neither is my wife,
which is too bad -- she'd probably be lined up here, and I'd be trying to
pretend to be upset."  Lee grimaced.

	"I don't get it," Rendec replied.

	"We bond contractually -- it's called marriage.  It's supposed to be
for life, but you can sue to get out.  The law tends to grant all kinds of
advantages to females in such an eventuality.  My wife is an oxygen thief --
totally useless -- but it would cost me an arm and a leg to be rid of her."

	"Ah."  Rendec nodded.

	"Makes me wish for the good old days, when all I had to worry about
were tactics, supplies, and whether my weapon worked," Lee grunted.

	Rendec let it pass.  "What do you know about computing systems?"

	"I manage 'em for a living, now.  I'm a system administrator.  I know
a little bit..." Lee grinned.

	"Looks like you might be ahead of us.  It would be a great way to
bring in some credits..."

	"I can help.  We're still forging ahead.  I can probably figure out
how your stuff differs and come up with ideas for combining technology.  Wish
I had my laptop..."  Lee looked wistful.

	"Laptop?"

	"A small computer -- one you can work with on your lap."

	"Where is it?"

	"With my wife and daughter.  The left to go get coffee -- well, fancy,
coffee-based drinks -- at a vendor in the nearby town.  Where they are now..."

	"Probably right outside the field, sleeping peacefully," Rendec
grinned.

	Lee grinned back.  "I suppose this is just a short stop," he posited,
"and I also figure you don't do this regularly."

	Rendec eyed him sharply.  "You'd be right, twice.  This isn't exactly
legal, and we're legitimate mercenaries, not pirates.  But several things have
happened, and the troops just HAD to get off the ship for a romp."  Rendec
glared at the ground, "I'm not happy about this, despite the measures I've
decided to take."

	"Like?"

	"We'll sleepygas the site when we pull out, and it will contain an
ingredient that caused short-term memory loss.  Nobody should be permanently
traumatized.  We'll give everyone a shot of short-term general-repair nanobots
-- some of them will end up in better shape than they started.  But none of
'em are gonna be virgins..."

	Lee grunted.  "Vastly overrated, that."

	Rendec grinned.  "Nobody will remember a thing, but we can't erase ALL
evidence without a bomb -- evidence in and of itself."

	Lee nodded.  "My people will undoubtedly have a forensics team in here
within twenty-four hours, if they get their shit together and realize that
something really happened."

	Rendec nodded.  "Which brings us to you.  I get vibes..."

	Lee looked him in the eye.  "I'd like to be onboard that when it
lifts."  He nodded toward the boat.

	Rendec grunted.  "And you'd be valuable, no doubt..."  This Leegates
was a catch; he was smart, knowledgeable, difficult to unsettle, handled alien
concepts well -- and he understood soldiering from the inside.  "What were you
in the military?"

	"Platoon Sergeant, forward combat element.  Operations NCO.  Then I
moved to computers."

	"You weren't in for only a cycle, then..."

	Lee grinned, "Twenty local cycles."

	Hmmmm.  "Computers are new to you, then?"

	"No.  The two careers overlap, somewhat.  I got in on the ground floor
as a hobbyist, probably thirty cycles ago."

	Rendec sucked his teeth.  "What about the contract mate and the
daughter?"

	Lee thought about it.  "They'll get money if I turn up dead.  Be a
great way to be rid of the wife.  The daughter is almost old enough to take
care of herself -- if she'd have been inside the field, I'd probably be less
than happy, because she'd have been getting her pussy measured for depth.  As
it is, she'll land on her feet -- she always does."

	Rendec grunted.  Leegates wasn't treating this as a possible
kidnapping -- for him, it was the 'out' door.  Fine.  "I'll take you on as a
consultant for local affairs; we're gonna try to make a few credits off this
place, quietly at first.  If you decide to put boots back on, we'll talk about
that when the time comes."  Teela was grinning from ear to ear, and Rendec
couldn't resist twigging her, "Good dick, huh?"

	Teela managed to blush, and Lee, eyeing her sidelong, chuckled.
"Forensics are pretty good, here.  If you're going to fake my death, it's
going to have to be good..."

	"Genetics?" Rendec grunted.  Lee nodded.  "No problem; it's been done
before."  Going to comm, Rendec contacted Sprik, "Got any BDUs?"

	"Half-dozen in the ambulance, Cap'n."  BDU stood for Body Duplication
Unit -- basically, a generic clone body with special nanobots that could
quickly produce a raw analog of someone in a short time.  Never sentient, it
would nonetheless pass DNA screening as the original.

	"Get 'em out -- I'll need at least one."

	"Aye, Sir.  The sooner the better -- the bots need half a dec to do
their job, although we can trim it some in a chamber."

	"Move it, then.  I don't see us here much longer than that.  Get a
sample from the local with me -- a Leegates -- 'cause he's already had a
general."  The duplication bots would need a dump of the repairs already made
from the bots in Lee, or the duplicate would be missing scars from minor
injuries already repaired, etc.

	"Roger.  That'll actually make it easier."

	"Execute."

	Sprik sighed.  All four medics were out getting theirs; they'd locked
down the ambulance.  Reluctantly, he backed his cock out of the Indian woman,
and slapped her on the ass.  "We're going to have to finish this later," he
grunted.  The bitch actually whined -- she'd been diddling herself while he
pumped her, and apparently had got past the rape thing.  "Help me take this to
the ambulance," he directed, activating the null-grav field on the chamber
she'd recently occupied, "and we can fuck some more after I make the Captain
happy."

	The woman, Nayla Porter by name, blushed furiously.  "Can I put my
clothes back on?"

	Sprik looked her over coolly, "No.  Grab a handle."  He didn't need
help; he was keeping HER occupied.  "Head for the smaller ship."  Nayla tugged
at the handles and the stasis chamber followed, offering only the resistance
and inertia due its mass.  Sprik followed, enjoying the gyrations of the
woman's chunky ass.

	Nayla was heavy, a bit coarse in the features, round and dowdy; her
ass was arguably the biggest thing on her, and it was huge, round, heavy.  One
look and you knew why Dolf had decided to work on her ass when instructed to
fist her.  When she walked, it did these... shifts...  Sprik just couldn't get
enough.  He shifted from side to side behind the stasis chamber, getting every
angle.  Skinny bitches' asses moved, but not like this...  He liked the way
the cheeks rippled while he was pounding away at her pussy...

	Nayla walked self-consciously ahead of the chamber, her eyes
flickering to every person in sight, but locking with no one's.  She was
completely naked and utterly self-conscious, but then just about everyone ELSE
was, too...  Her big jugs hung and shuddered with her step, displaying the
butterfly tattoo that had gotten her into trouble.  She'd gotten the thing to
add interest to her cleavage and maybe attract some male attention; a moment
of untimely embarrassment had gotten that nasty run-in with Dolf -- Nayla was
painfully shy, and just wasn't capable of exposing herself in that manner.
Dolf had been -- well, just horrible!  First, there was one thick finger, then
two.  Three had been just awful!  Four was blinding, tearing agony, punctuated
by the jeering laughter of the on looking troopers, and then... and then...

	It got WORSE!  Somehow, Dolf got a bridge of knuckles in a hand the
size of a cinder block through her ripped sphincter, using her blood for
lubrication.  Nayla knew then that she was going to die; Dolf closing his
embedded fist and shredding her colon by pumping it back and forth only
confirmed things.  She'd screamed until her throat was raw, but then it didn't
matter...

	Dolf had extracted his fist and moved on to his next victim, and Nayla
had spent an eternity lying on the ground, afraid to even explore the site of
the destruction with her hands.  When Sprik had happened along with the
chamber and rolled her into it, she assumed that it was a coffin.  And then
her senses had faded...

	The next thing she knew, the cover popped open and she sat up, free of
any pain.  Sprik had demanded her immediate attention with a threat that
recent experience made all too real, but he hadn't been a bastard once she'd
complied.  Nayla knew all about sucking dick; when you were plain looking and
chunky, you learned and used skills that the thin and beautiful didn't have to
if you wanted a man -- and sometimes, even that didn't work.  She was out of
practice -- once she was out of the hothouse environment of high school, there
had been few targets -- but it was like riding a bicycle; Sprik had no
complaints.  When it became clear that Sprik wasn't going to inflict any
damage on her, Nayla relaxed and began to enjoy her work -- and when he
swapped her end for end and put his cock in her, well...

	Now, looking around, she could see a couple of women being treated
roughly, but, in the main, things were fairly quiet.  Aside from herself, no
one appeared to have been seriously injured -- and now she wasn't, either...
That piece wasn't clear, but she accepted it; if she'd still been ruined back
there, Sprik would have hurt her when he fucked her -- and it had been
anything but painful...  She was tugging this box across the landscape, headed
toward what must be a small spaceship -- or at least an airplane -- for
reasons clear only to Sprik.  He'd said that he planned to fuck her again;
maybe he would, and maybe he wouldn't, but in any case it appeared that she
was safe with him.  And if he wanted to fuck, well...

	Sprik had never seen skin that color; she wasn't Nubian, she was
lighter colored and more reddish.  It was like an all-over tan -- and
beautiful.  Okay, she was hefty -- so?  Black hair, big, brown eyes that
watched him while she sucked cock like a professional...  Entropy, what more
could you ask for?  And when he threw the meat to her, she backed into it...
Too bad he was gonna have to drop a couple of loads and lift out of there...
Sprik shrugged and placed his hand on the palm reader by the hatch, then
confirmed it with the combination.  The aft hatch of the ambulance slid up,
and he and Nayla muscled the chamber into its normal stowed location in the
bottom rack of three on the port side.  He led the girl forward to where there
were four sling-beds, two against each bulkhead, and stowed the upper on the
starboard side.  "Sit there," he directed, gesturing toward the lower bunk.
"I need to unpack some things, then we'll enjoy the ambulance's spacious
accommodations."  He grinned at his joke, and Nayla managed to pick up the
context and grinned back.  Keying comm, he announced, "I'm ready, here.
Captain."

	"Roger."  Rendec turned to Leegates.  "Up to you, then.  I can trank
you with the others, or you can go over to the ambulance and give a little
blood to the medic and then board the boat."

	Reality staring him in the face gave him pause, but only for a moment.
"Have the medic get his needle ready," Lee replied.  Teela saluted and
followed.

	He was a few feet away when Rendec added, "Have the boat crew show you
the view outside the I-field -- maybe we can collect your laptop!"  Lee turned
back to face him, nodded, and got moving.  This whole deal just got better and
better!  That morning, he'd been just another working Joe supporting a lazy
bitch who'd forgotten how to fuck and a kid who could burn a thousand bucks
before lunch, dreams long gone; this afternoon, he was fucking a dusky Amazon,
had all five of his senses, felt twenty years younger, and was going on a
space adventure!  Such a deal!

	"Captain?  We're about ready, here," Tesh announced over comm, her
voice garbled by chewing.  "This stuff's incredible, and if the Skipper gets
his paws on this coffee stuff, he's going to have fits!"

	"Coffee?"

	"Like jawa, Sir -- only better!  Good cold drinks, too -- something
called Coke, and some others -- different flavors.  They've got bottled water,
and they're treating it like its something special, for reasons that make no
sense to me...  From natural springs, or some such crap -- I dunno.  Sensor
analysis says its water, period -- a few trace minerals.  The cooked meats are
great -- smell makes you drool -- and they have a bunch of stuff that's full
of polysaccharides for snacking on; no wonder so many of the women are fat!"

	"Fire up a beacon and I'll get the troops rolling," Rendec replied.
Tesh did so, and a pip lit on Rendec's HUD.  "Top, you got this?"

	"Aye."  1SG Kamicki took charge.  "Awright, you flatheads!  Chow's on
at the beacon.  Don't kill each other getting there!  Second goes first,
followed by First -- I imagine that Third and Hindquarters is still knocking
off their piece...  Platoon Sergeants, get some control -- we're gonna start
winding down, soon."

	Rendec turned to watch Jos and Mik arrive, the young Nubian draped
over Jos' shoulder.  If Donna Jackson didn't recognize the naked ass drooling
sperm onto Jos' battledress coverall, she recognized the face that gazed
around dully when Jos flipped her off his shoulder and lowered her to the
ground.  "Omigod!"

	"Stand where you are!" Rendec roared.  Donna stopped, and Amelia
looked up in fear, but Rendec smiled at her.  "How old are you, Honey?"

	"Fourteen, Sir, almost fifteen."

	"Virgin?  When you started?"  The girl and Corporal Jos both nodded.
"How many times have you been fucked?"

	"Um, seven, Sir."  Amelia had no idea where this was going...

	"And blowjobs? How many?"

	Well, the guy was being nice...  "Four, that I finished."

	"Ever do that before?" Rendec asked gently.

	"No sir."

	"What about your ass?  Did you get fucked in the ass?"  A nod.  "How
many times?"  Amelia held up two fingers.

	Rendec turned his attention to the girl's mother.  "Being Nubian, she
got more than her share of attention -- especially, since her mother wasn't
around to take some of the heat!  Part of this is YOUR fault -- while you were
hiding out, you left your own daughter to the wolves!"  Rendec started out
reasonable, but ended up roaring -- you just didn't DO that!  To him, it was
the same as leaving a live comrade in enemy hands, made worse by the fact that
they were related!  "If I was her, I'd NEVER FORGIVE you!"  Turning to Mik, he
grated, "Strip her, and get yours.  Take all three holes if you like -- you're
the front of the line."

	Both women watched Mik advance on Donna, Amelia more or less dully,
and Donna with bright fear in her eyes.  Some of what Rendec had said
penetrated Amelia's fog, and anger burned, distantly -- but she was tired...
Donna lost it; she made the fight or flight decision and turned to run, but
had nowhere to go.  She got about two steps before another trooper lounging
nearby caught her arm.  Mik was on her before she could turn, his bayonet out.
Donna, eyes wide, screamed shrilly -- all she saw was that sharp, sharp
blade...  She backed into the other trooper, who merely grabbed her other
wrist, pinning her against him so Mik could work.

	Amelia was SOOOOO tired.  Jos had sat down on the ground and pulled
her onto his lap, cuddling her.  But Mom was screaming like Superchicken, for
Christ's sake...  "Mom!  Shut up!  He isn't going to kill you -- he's just
going to fuck you!  He already fucked ME, for shit's sake!  Pretend he's that
ugly fuckhead boyfriend of yours!"  She collapsed back against Jos.

	What?  Donna came up short.  There were three or four shocks in a row
in that short rant; 'Amelia yelled at me!'  Amelia sometimes looked long-
suffering, but was never cross -- not since her father left...  'Oh, Gawd, HE
fucked my daughter!'  And, curiously, 'Alvin's an ugly fuckhead?'  Strange how
the mind wanders off under stress; Donna shut up and distantly watched Mik
finish slicing off her shorts and panties while turning over her daughter's
never-before-uttered opinion of her boyfriend; apparently, it was more
important than the current activity...  "Ugly fuckhead?"

	Mik rolled his eyes.  "Get down on your hands and knees, Slut."  He
caught a shoulder and pulled.  The other trooper let go and added a knee in
her back to propel Donna forward and down.

	Donna went, her mind oddly still chewing on her daughter's comment.
Mik dropped into position and she felt his hands on her ass; heart thudding,
she turned to plead, "Take it easy, okay?"

	Mik blinked.  "Okay -- if you do a good job.  I got no problem with it
-- you've got a long way to go!"

	"Huh?" Donna squawked, but Mik was busy nosing his cock along her
channel.

	Rendec took up explanations, "I think you ought to at least match your
daughter's record, don't you?"

	Donna's eyes popped, but Amelia wasn't through yet.  Lurching up, she
grated, "Make the kind of noises you make when you're in bed with Alvin, Mom
-- that'll speed things up!"

	"Uuhhh."  Immediate comment went by the wayside as Mik began trying to
shove his cock into her unprepared channel.

	"You can diddle yourself, if you like," Mik grunted in an effort to be
helpful -- but he kept working his uncircumcised cock through the entrance to
her vagina.  Mik wasn't as stiff as he could be, either -- he'd lost it a bit
on the walk over.  Not that there was anything wrong with Mama, here...  "You
want to lick it to get it wet?"

	"What?"  Donna turned wide eyes on Mik, and he began to get irritated
-- but it wasn't a patch on Amelia!  She crawled out of Jos' lap and stood
over her mother, ranting hotly, "Come on, Mom!  You've sucked cock before!
Everybody's giving you a break, here!  At least YOU know how!  You've sucked
that bastard Alvin!  I had to learn!  You'd think that YOU were fifteen and I
was thirty-five -- you big baby!"

	Donna eyed her daughter as if she'd been slapped, several times.
Where had this anger come from?  First thing's first...  She turned to Mik,
"O-okay."

	Mik had quit pushing during the tirade, so he grunted, got up, and
came around.  Donna accepted the substantial cock, but her eyes were on her
daughter.  Amelia stood there a moment and hissed, "Come on, I've seen you do
better..."  Donna paid more attention, taking more in; Amelia deflated a bit,
turned, and went back to settle into the lap of her protector.  She picked up
Jos' hand, placing it on a small breast, looked him in the eye, and announced,
"In a minute, when I'm rested, we'll add to her total.  I want another cum --
okay?"  Jos, dumbfounded, nodded.  Rendec scratched his head; apparently, he'd
tapped into something, here...

	Mik hissed and groaned; Slut Mama did good work, once she got going!
"Just get it wet -- I want to dump in your pussy.  Diddle yourself, if it'll
help..."  In a moment, he backed off, "That's good enough," and circled
around.  Slut Mama was working two fingers along a long clit nestled below
springy black pubes.  "Nice lookin' snatch you got, Mama," he commented,
kneeling up.

	This time, things went a lot better; two layers of lubrication saw Mik
halfway on the first stroke.  Donna went "Ooof!" and had to drop the hand
she'd been using to masturbate to the ground for support, but otherwise, there
was nothing to complain about.  Mik set to work, and Donna appeared to be
cooperating, so Rendec got ready to wave someone over to take Donna's mouth --
but the entertainment wasn't over yet...

	"What's (puff) wrong with (puff) Alvin?" Donna got out.  "He (gasp)
helps out..."

	Amelia's tone dripped with derision, "Are you blind?  He's a crook!
Everything about him says 'criminal'!  Where do you think he gets his money?
His name is all over school!  The minute you're dependent on him, you'll be
doing that for money -- and he'll start looking at me!  Shit, he already has!"

	"Alvin's a pimp?  No!  You're comparing him with these... pirates..."

	Amelia's laugh was bitter.  Mom was so totally blind -- no wonder Dad
left!  "If these guys were pirates, we'd be dead already -- or at least in
much worse shape!  Pirates don't give a shit!  Have you ever noticed how Alvin
always wants something new?  He's training you to be a whore!"  She rolled her
eyes, and snarled, "So, why don't you TAKE those skills, and use them to make
THESE men happy?  Consider it a final exam!"

	Donna's shoulders slumped, and she hung her head.  Somehow, she'd
known all along -- but he'd been a safe haven in a world gone harsh, since Ray
left...  "How is it you know so much?"

	"The walls are paper thin," Amelia grated, then looked hangdog, "And I
have a spot..."  Obviously, somehow, she had a front row seat... Recovering
herself, she glared, "And one time, Alvin and I had a conversation, while you
weren't around...  He made himself pretty clear, when I hit him with his rep.
He thinks you're the dumbest cunt on two legs!"

	Stupid she might be, but Slut Mama was good pussy, even on automatic,
Mik reflected, panting.  That ass was moving and that pussy was nice and
tight...  "If you're gonna be a socialator, I'd say you've got some talent,"
he remarked.

	Donna turned around and blinked.  "Socialator?"

	Sabac, who'd just arrived towing a woman and a young girl, took a run
at explanation of a concept that didn't appear to cross over, "Ummm, what you
call a prostitute, I think, but there is more to it and less of a stigma
attached." He studied the ground for a moment, then eyed Anna sidelong.  "A
socialator is a sexual professional -- he or she is paid to provide sex and,
at the high end, emotional comfort and intimacy.  We don't have some issues
that you appear to about having sex without a binding contract with child-
raising provisions -- we enter into relationships in which sex may be a
primary or a secondary issue, sometimes for a period of time, and sometimes
just until one of the participants tires of the other.  Socialators are a
recognition of the fact that males don't bind with one woman forever by nature
and that they generally need sex more; they charge a reasonable fee to be a
man's woman for a period of time -- a DP, a few dec, whatever.  A good one
probably sleeps in a different bed every night of the week, but rotates among
the same dozen or so males, giving each some quality time with a woman.
Bottom end is a cheap fuck -- Probably what you think of as a hooker, kind of
cash and carry -- but that's not satisfactory on either side, usually,
although it's about all soldiers usually get in port...  It's the extras --
intimacy, emotional attachment -- that take more time and cost more, but are
usually worth it.  They're something a soldier only gets if we ship with one,
usually..."  Sabac turned an apologetic look on Rendec, who looked away.  His
fuckup over that, thinking that this contract was going to be easier and allow
more downtime and comfort for the troops than had been the case, was why they
were here, plundering native pussy on a backwater world...

	Donna was still listening, sort of, but she'd gotten red-faced,
dropped on her elbows, and her nipples were brushing the tips of the grass in
rhythm with Mik's pounding.  Mik hadn't hurt her, and distraction had damped
fear -- she was... hot...

	Mik noticed, too.  Slut Mama was in full active participation, pushing
her ass back to take his cock that much harder on the in-stroke.  Damn!  He
didn't know how long he could last...

	Amelia watched Mom's eyes go glassy and smiled grimly.  She'd make a
high-end hooker -- but not under Alvin!  "That's it, Mom -- get into it!  It
makes it ALL easier..."  Amelia was starting to tingle, herself -- that might
be her man -- Jos? -- playing with her nipple...

	Donna's head came up, and she gasped, "Harder...  Harder..."  Mik,
sensing his own cum coming, obliged, going to a serious, pounding stroke.
After about five of those, Donna wailed, "Ohhhh, Gawd!
HuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH!!!!!" and dropped her head on her arms while her ass
danced.

	Mik got his, right then!  Slut Mama was going nuts, inside and out,
and Mik went along for the ride, howling wordlessly, burying himself and
shooting, shooting...

	Allison Hayes, still the pivot point of a three-person system, watched
the black woman cum, despite the conditions, and it brought her own situation
a type of legitimacy that it had heretofore lacked -- after all, EVERYBODY was
doing it!  Hallek and Zakan, however, had been at things for a while and were
becoming irritated, especially Zakan.  "Fuckin' worthless," he grumped, and
began to withdraw.

	Somewhere, somehow, pride entered into it.  "No!" Allison cried, "Let
me finish it!  I'll do good -- promise!  Just tell me what works!"  Turning
her head to look back at Hallek, she asserted, "You, too!  I can do this!"

	"Thus far, you've been pretty much a dead fuck," Hallek grunted.
"Looking good doesn't count for everything, you know!"

	"Yes, yes -- I'll do better!"  And she did -- she started backing onto
Hallek's cock, meeting him halfway.  Tuning the move to Zakan's needs took
work, but she tried, impaling herself on him as she backed off Hallek.

	It was altogether better, even in Zakan's opinion.  He cupped the back
of her head to steady her, but let her work, taking in whatever she could.
"Lick the underside, behind the head.  The head is the most sensitive part,
right at the base.  Look up at me, now...  Yeah, that's it!"

	Against this background, Mik disconnected himself from Donna.  "Okay,
save me a blowjob, Honey -- and maybe some ass."  Catching Donna's blink, he
asked, "You ever been done in the ass?"

	"Noooo..."

	"Well, your daughter has, so I guess you'll have to catch up," Rendec
interjected.  "In the meantime, NEXT!"

	Two troopers rounded on Donna, one from the front, and one from the
rear.  "Time for a little more work, Sweet Thang!" the one in front chuckled,
opening his trap.  Donna eyed the freed meat and the trooper's face anxiously,
but reached for her next project.  In a moment, while her lips skinned back
the trooper's foreskin, she felt another cock nosing between her labia.  This
would be new...

	Hallek's knees started jumping; the little blonde bitch FINALLY had
him riding the edge!  "I'm gonna flood your pussy now, bitch!  What d'ya think
of that?"

	"MMMMMMM!" Allison moaned urgently around Zakan's cock, lifting a hand
from the ground to wave Hallek on.

	Zakan stiffened, "Shit, do that again!"

	"Mmmmmm?"

	"Yeah THAT!"

	"MMMM... MMMM... MMMM... MMMM!!"

	"AWWWWWW!!!!!"  Zakan stiffened, grabbed a handful of blonde locks,
and started shooting, beating Hallek to the draw by about a half-second.
Allison, with two cocks pulsing semen into her simultaneously, started to
quake -- but she wasn't QUITE there, yet...

	No matter.  This time, Zakan was the one who yelled, "NEXT!" and a
big, black trooper moved up and unlimbered a serious length of dark meat in
Allison's face.  Such was her state of mind that her normal reaction --
aversion -- failed to surface and she took the new challenge on without
flinching.  Another trooper replaced Hallek as he staggered back -- an
oriental.  Allison harbored serious prejudices against the 'inferior' races,
but she was in the grip of a serious masochistic episode; the whole thing just
added to a growing arousal.  Rufan, the big private from Orent, caught her
before arousal subsided and resumed pushing her toward climax.


	Lee Gates arrived at the ambulance.  "Hello?"

	"Green button on the touchpad," came through the speaker beside the
hatch.

	Lee hit the button, and the hatch slid up.  Stepping inside, he moved
forward in the craft.  On a table in the central aisle, the medic was opening
a large tube, dumping out the doughy mass inside.  He reached into a cabinet
and retrieved an injector.  "Let's have some blood, then."

	Lee shrugged and bared an arm.  As he looked over the medic's
shoulder, he noted a heavy, dark-complexioned woman sitting on the bunk
against the bulkhead, naked, watching him.  "Did I interrupt anything?"

	"No."

	"Yes."

	The medic turned a surprised glance on the woman.  "Yes?"

	She ducked her head, "We were going to fuck."

	Lee and the medic exchanged bemused glances.  "Yes, then."  The medic
shrugged.  "I guess she wants to finish."  He placed the injector, there was a
snick, and blood began filling the tube.

	It didn't take much; the medic took the injector over to the mass and
injected it into a rubber dam in the metal cap at the end.  Immediately, the
mass began shifting shape.  "It will approximate your shape closely, and will
pass DNA screening, but it will never have lived.  If a forensics team gets
the whole thing, they'll discover that, eventually -- but there is a built-in
explosive device that incinerates the skull.  Better experts than yours have
been fooled, I bet."

	Already, the thing was beginning to look human.  "Let's put it in a
chamber," the medic recommended, and he and Lee carried the thing to a stasis
chamber and dropped it in.  "It'll be ready in no time."

	"Thanks."  Lee left the ambulance, meeting Teela on the ramp.

	"C'mon," Teela husked, "I'll show you the boat."

	Sprik turned from the hatch, checked the chamber and looked up at a
rustling.  Dark eyes regarded him from the starboard bunk, and a surprisingly
sultry voice murmured, "Come to bed."


	The idiot blonde and the crazy black woman with the pissed-off
daughter were both servicing troops; Rendec decided it was time to try out
'coffee'.  He turned from the cluster around the two women and headed for the
concession stand, tossing, "Jos, you have the count," over his shoulder.  But
he only got three steps before Jos returned, "Sir, what if the young one ups
the count?"  Amelia was squirming on his lap, watching the show...

	"Mama does one more," Rendec replied, "Everywhere!" -- and kept
walking.

	Sabac watched his captain depart, his mind processing half a hundred
things.  It was far-fetched, but...  Well, Anuh wasn't leaving anything,
here...  Beckoning to his two Chinese obligations, he followed his captain.
"Cap'n..."

	"Sabac?"  Rendec turned, and his eyes lit on the two women -- well,
one of them was a woman.  He sighed.  "Son, I know what you're going to say --
and you'd be right, within a narrow scope of things.  Certainly, this world
and these two cunts have nothing to lose from being separated.  But YOU can't
keep pets, and SHE'S not a soldier!  The only excuse I'd have is if I took her
on as a socialator!"

	Thirty feet away, a group of troopers seethed as one backed out,
grunting, "Sucking entropy, what a mouth!"  Val's head appeared, and she
yelled, "Boys!  My legs are giving out!  Get me a bench or something to lay
on, willya?"  Four troopers took off, revealing Val, bent forward, bouncing
against a trooper who was rhythmically pounding away at her -- well, you
couldn't tell from here whether it was her ass or her pussy.  Either way, she
wasn't complaining...  Yeah, that's it!  Go deep!  Make me feel it!  Mmmmmmm!
Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!  NEXT!"  Two troopers running back with a wooden bench
were beaten out by a buddy who'd been running with them as Val took his
already erect cock in her mouth and put her hands on his hips to steady
herself.

	Rendec turned from the scene.  "THAT's a socialator!  How could I
bring on THIS one to service a couple hundred troopers and crewmen based on
ONE FUCK?  And from what I hear she doesn't even give good head!"  Rendec
shook his head and turned away.

	Logic stopped Sabac, and massive disappointment stopped Anna -- but
Becky wasn't done.  "C'mon, let's go eat.  I've got an idea -- we'll hit him
with it on a full stomach."


	Rango staggered up from where she'd been playing.  "That's enough,
boys -- Mama's hungry!  You and you," she picked out two young males for whom
horniness had replaced fear, "can come along and keep Mama's nipples tight.
If you eat creampie well enough, maybe Mama will get the urge again..."  She
chuckled at the looks on their faces -- obviously, both felt that sucking
semen out of her snatch was sucking cock by proxy, but a hard dick has no
conscience...

	Ruy was still getting recreation from poor Troy, running his cock in
and out of the muscular local's mouth, coaxing him to be a good little
cocksucker.  Flud had him by the balls and was jacking him, humiliating him
with his own hard-on.  This was starting to get boring, however -- and the
food smells drifting over had Flud's mouth watering.  "This is fun, but I'm
hungry," he announced.

	Ruy had spent quite a while teaching Troy how to make his cock happy,
but the kid's heart still wasn't in it, which had kept him from orgasm.
"Well, I'm trying, but our boy-toy is still deluding himself!" he grunted.
"Why don't you help him clarify things?"

	Flud nodded; they'd double-teamed boys before, willing and unwilling.
This one had some visible handles -- hang-ups from which he was easily
manipulated.  Flud let go of Troy's scrotum, but continued jacking him while
wetting a finger...

	Troy added more anxiety to his deep humiliation.  This thing just went
on and on, adding horror to horror -- and now, something new?  He rolled his
eyes toward Flud but couldn't see, pinned as he was by Ruy's cock, which he
continued to work on, now more or less actively in the hopes that the whole
thing would end sooner.  Pictures of young women he'd gag-fucked flickered
through his mind; he had no problem visualizing the look on his own face...

	Troy's sphincter surrendered immediately to Flud's wet digit -- there
had been a cock in there, recently, and it was full of semen, anyway.  Flud
went deep, hunting.  "Oh, lookie!  A prostate!"  Flud started working the
gland expertly with his finger.

	"MMMMM!  MMMMM!  MMMMM!"  It would have been, "Nooo!  Noo!  Nooo!" if
Troy could have gotten that around Ruy, but for the big homosexual trooper,
that was all to the good.  Troy's eyes went wild and Ruy bored in, getting
some of that humming throat, watching the kid's eyes as the inevitable
happened...

	Troy's cock twitched wildly and began painting the ground with semen.
Simultaneously, his gurgling wails brought Ruy to orgasm, pouring his seed
down the poor local's throat as Ruy held him impaled.  Troy had no choice but
to swallow the stuff, while pouring his own onto the ground...  'Oh, God!  I'm
QUEER!!!!' raced through Troy's head, and the orgy of humiliation THAT thought
precipitated fed back on his orgasm and then on itself...

	Ruy let the kid off to collapse on the ground in a fetal position,
murmuring, "Don't go away, now Sweetie!  We're gonna go off and have a couple
of meat sandwiches, and then come back and make you one..."  Troy moaned and
covered his face while Ruy and Flud got themselves organized and turned toward
the concession stand, Flud tossing, "Another satisfied customer," over his
shoulder.  Troy opened his eyes, but he couldn't stand to meet those of the
others nearby; all of them seemed to be wondering, now, whether he was queer
or not.  Only the kid who WAS queer was eyeing him with anything resembling
compassion -- but he was staying away, so as not to add to the confusion by
direct association.  Young Jonathan knew how it was...

	Justin Hayes was more urgently interested; after all, Torm's cock was
running in and out of HIS mouth.  Had the big pair of homos seen a kindred
spirit in Troy, or was he just expertly manipulated?  What would everyone
think of HIM when HE was done?  Well, at least his ass was intact...

	Justin was too early with self-congratulation by about a second.  Torm
groused, "You're no cocksucker, Pretty Boy!  I'm gonna have to let Ruy and
Flud give you lessons!  Fortunately, you've got an ass..."  Torm withdrew, and
clouted Justin hard as soon as his cock was clear, stunning him.  Justin was
still holding his head in his hands when Torm spat once on his anus and began
driving his fat shank through his protesting sphincter.  Justin screamed,
loudly, in an embarrassingly high pitch, and tried to escape -- but another
trooper pinned him by the simple expedient of stepping up and trapping
Justin's head between his shins.  Torm took his time -- didn't want to shred
the little fuck -- and the screams damped down to moans...

	Troy watched this, horrified and fascinated, from his vantage point on
the ground...


	Tesh was standing there, busily chewing on something long stuck in a
split piece of bread when Rendec strode up.  She nodded, "Sir," it being
inconvenient to drop either it or the cup of hot beverage she was holding in
her other hand.

	"At ease, troops!" Rendec roared, releasing the group eating from any
requirement to salute.  "Where's this 'coffee'?"

	Tesh nodded toward the counter.  "Pop, get the Captain some coffee,
willya?"

	"Sure."  The oldster knew which side his bread was buttered on; he
stopped what he was doing and moved to the coffee pot.  Irma continued serving
the trooper she was passing food to, but she eyed Rendec fearfully and licked
dry lips.  Rendec chuckled.  "I think you're safe by now, Granny."  Irma
looked away.  Rendec took the offered cup and smelled it -- interesting...  He
took a sip and his eyes popped -- this was what jawa tried to be, but didn't
quite accomplish!  His poison sensors detected the presence of a mild
stimulant, but indicated that it was no more -- and perhaps less -- dangerous
than the one in jawa...  "Pop, however this is packaged, I want a supply!
Tesh, make sure we can manufacture it!"

	"Aye, sir!"  Tesh grinned around her cup.

	"What's good in the way of food?" Rendec asked.

	"Hamburgers are popular," Tesh advised.

	"Pop?"

	"Right away."  The thing was still sizzling when it arrived on a
specially-crafted bun -- and it smelled wonderful.  "Want to try some cheese
on top?"

	"Like this, first, I think," Rendec replied.  What in entropy was
cheese?  "Teela?  Lug Leegates around to the food stand, will you?  I need to
know what I'm looking at..."

	"Aye, sir," came the response over comm.  Was it a bit disgruntled?

	(It was.  Teela and Lee had just finished checking scans outside the
I-field, having the troops pulse it again to take out late arrivals, and were
'playing' on an acceleration rest in the cockpit of the boat.  Both heard the
request over comm, and Lee was already zipping his new, if unadorned, combat
coverall when Teela flicked her eyes to the hatch.  Thank God for the wide
trap!  Lee's cock was at full extension and resembled blued steel -- he'd have
had a serious fight getting it into a normal fly...)

	Rendec bit in and his poison sensor announced that the meat was
completely safe and highly nutritional in several areas.  His taste buds were
even more appreciative.  "This beats the shit out of rations..."

	"Here, try a 'potato chip'," Tesh offered, waving a bag.

	The next few minutes were consumed with chewing -- everybody let him
alone while he consumed food and drink.  The locals sure ate well...  Sabac
and his forlorn little harem showed up and collected some chow, too, and
Rendec sneaked a few glances at poor Annuh -- the bitch was butt-ugly, with
that squashed in face -- made her look like a dried fruit -- but she had a
nice smile.  Still, he just COULDN'T let Sabac take on pets -- there wasn't
room for a hundred more mouths to feed, for one thing.  The little one --
Becky? -- was sure a spark arrestor, but she was too young...  Except the
eyes, Rendec amended.  The little bitch was watching him every time he glanced
her way, and those eyes seemed to be three times the eight GSCs that the rest
of her body proclaimed her to be.  There'd be knife fights over her by the
time she was ten, on certain stations he'd been on.


	Marian White was on her back in the grass in a spot carefully
distanced from the closest pile of horse dump, with Corporal Brok slowly
easing his big cock in and out between her spread and upraised legs.  They
were taking their time, enjoying the tight grip that a slow stroke allowed.
Brok made an abortive move to kiss his slut, but stopped, embarrassed; at
best, this was non-consensual sex -- getting all romantic was stupid...

	Marian detected it anyway, giggled, pulled his head to her and bussed
him firmly on the lips, "Its okay, Silly!" she laughed at the totally
nonplussed corporal.

	Brok was pensive for a few slow strokes, then:  "How come you're so
calm about all this?"

	"Because you needed for me to be," came the reply.  "I could have
gotten stupid, and you would have gotten agitated -- and I'd have gotten hurt,
and you wouldn't have enjoyed it properly.  Besides, it's GOOD -- and I have a
few fantasies..."  She eyed him.  "This isn't rape, even though you're totally
in charge.  Let's just enjoy it..."  She leaned up and presented her lips, and
Brok took them.  This stuff was just incredible...  He sped up, and she moved
with him, watching his eyes, when they weren't kissing -- this wasn't going to
take long...


	"I'm worried about Mom," Ariel White related diffidently to Tenyek.
"After what that man did to Ashleigh's mom -- she's dead, isn't she?  Is that
why they came for Ashleigh?"

	"Nobody's been killed, Child -- I'm pretty certain," Tenyek replied.
"Bring me my helmet."  Ariel hopped up and did so, and Tenyek checked in.
"What's the status on the woman Brok roughed up?"

	Hallek, who was more or less supervising replied, "She spent some time
in the box, but she's fine, now.  She pissed the Captain off, so she's pulling
a train, but she's getting into it -- finally..."

	"Thanks.  And the daughter?"

	"Makin' like a cheerleader.  She keeps it up and someone's gonna pop
her cherry, but that's about it."

	Tenyek turned to Ariel.  "Ashleigh and her mother are fine, Child."

	Ariel's face held serious skepticism.  Tenyek thought about it and
sighed.  "Go put your clothes on -- we're going for a little walk."

	Five minutes later, the care of the little kids in the hands of her
older girls, Tenyek and Ariel left the barn.  First, and simplest, turned out
to be proving the condition of the Hayes -- Allison was very visibly absorbing
cock at both ends.  Ariel greeted Ashleigh, "Is everything okay?  How is your
mom?"

	Ashleigh turned away from the show, reluctantly.  "Oh, she's fine,
except for the fact that she's being taught a lesson.  These guys have some
fancy medical thing that fixed her right up, in spite of what that man did to
her.  But she didn't learn anything from him, so they started all over again,
trying to teach her that sometimes, she just isn't going to have things her
way...  I think she's getting it, this time!" she laughed.

	"It looks pretty hot!" Ariel offered.

	"It is -- I think she's cum a couple of times!  They just keep going;
sooner or later, things reach the point where there's just nothing else to
do..."

	"Have you seen my Mom?" Ariel asked.

	"Yeah, she was here with Corporal Brok a little bit ago.  I think they
went off over there..."  Ashleigh waved vaguely.

	"Was she okay?"

	"She looked fine to me.  She arrived with that woman there," Ashleigh
indicated Donna, "but he took her away again.  She didn't look happy when she
got here, but she was fine when she left."

	Ariel eyed Donna for a moment; if Mrs. Hayes was possibly enjoying
herself, the black woman was CERTAINLY doing so -- you could tell by the way
she was moaning and throwing herself back and forth!  Her daughter was
actually kissing a big trooper, her hand in his crotch sliding the foreskin on
a big, black cock back and forth...  It was time to leave, before she got too
hot, Ariel decided.

	As the pair turned away, Tenyek seconded Ashleigh's remarks, "We have
medical equipment that can fix just about anything, if the patient isn't
already dead, Child.  The blonde woman took quite a beating, but she was in
one piece again when THAT started."  She waved at the gang-bang.  "I heard
some of the detail over my communicator."

	Ariel nodded.  Seeing was believing, no matter how fantastic.  Ariel
had seen Mrs. Hayes' arm broken, and she'd seen the man Brok use a knife --
but she was obviously fine, now...  "Let's go this way."

	There were anonymous couples all over the landscape; most weren't
struggling a whole lot; that part was over -- most had had PLENTY of time to
learn that it was useless.  The pair wandered a bit, Ariel trying to identify
her mother in one of the couplings.  Finally, Ariel thought she recognized a
familiar spray of hair on a woman that a big man was slowly fucking off in a
side area.  As the pair approached, the man grabbed the woman and rolled over,
bringing her to the top, where she sat up and resumed moving on his cock.
Ariel gasped; it was Mom, all right.  Tenyek put a finger to her lips, and
they moved to a nearby tree, to lean against it and watch the action.  Tenyek
settled herself, and Ariel leaned back against her without thought, watching
her mother raise and lower herself on the big man's pole.  From here, she
definitely recognized Brok -- but Mom didn't seem to be scared at all, and
didn't have a mark on her.  What she DID have was the look of a woman getting
ready to cum!  Tenyek put one arm around Ariel's narrow waist, and used the
other hand to tease the nipple on a pert, young breast.

	When Brok rolled them over, putting Marian in charge of the
connection, she found that she couldn't hold the rate down; the slow stroke
that Brok had held was tantalizingly not quite enough -- but with every
increase, things were just that much more urgent!  Brok put his hands up to
cradle her breasts and pinch her nipples, and Marian leaned into his hands,
using them as a fulcrum to stabilize her motion and increase her rate.  The
whole thing quickly turned into a serious pounding, with Marian driving
herself onto Brok with crushing force -- but Brok merely grinned, twisting her
nipples.  (Actually, Brok was gritting his teeth, on the very edge, himself --
but Marian didn't detect this).  Suddenly, Marian hesitated on the up-stroke;
her eyes popped, and she went, "OH! OH SHIT!" and drove herself onto Brok's
erection and began grinding her pubic mound against his, moaning, "Ooooohhhh
Goooodddd..."  Brok snapped his hips, lifting both of them off the ground, and
his face contorted as Marian's orgasm triggered his!  For the next few
seconds, it appeared that the pair were trying to physically merge as they
pushed and crushed themselves against each other before Marian collapsed atop
Brok and started kissing his neck.

	"Wow, that was hot!" Ariel announced, and Marian sat bolt upright,
looking around wildly, recognizing the voice.  Brok clamped his hands on her
hips, however; she was going nowhere -- his cock was still pulsing, and he was
determined to get the full effect...

	"Ariel?"

	Ariel stepped forward, followed by Tenyek.  "I needed to check on you.
I saw what HE did to Mrs. Hayes, and I was worried..."

	Marian REALLY wanted to get up and bring some deniability to the act
she'd just finished, but Brok was being clear in HIS wishes, so she merely sat
vertically.  Brok shifted one hand to a nipple, which didn't help...  "Mrs.
Hayes is an idiot.  She did and said stupid things, and paid for them --
probably not enough."

	Tenyek chuckled wryly, "She's still paying."  She put herself close
behind Ariel, a clear invasion of her personal space that the young woman
failed to react to.  Instead, Ariel continued, "And then he made you puke..."

	Marian smiled and looked at Brok, "Oh, that.  We were just proving
things to each other.  He was proving that he was in control, and I was
proving that I understood.  It... sped things up... kind of.  It allowed us to
put control issues aside and move on to... other things."

	Her fears assuaged, Ariel collapsed against Tenyek, murmuring, "It
looks like you were having a good time with... other things..."

	Marian's ears burned as she flushed, hotly.  Her mouth opened, but
nothing came out.  Brok came to the rescue with, "Well, there was no need to
get stupid about it -- since we were going to have sex anyway, why not enjoy
it?"

	Ariel's voice didn't accuse, but her words did, "Well, you're not
Dad..."

	Marian couldn't look up, but she managed to speak.  "It hasn't been
this good with your Dad in a long time, Honey.  That... didn't help.  But the
fact is that it was better to relax and enjoy it than to fight and make it
difficult for both of us.  That's one of the things Mrs. Hayes did wrong."

	"You're okay, then?"

	"I'm... very well."  Marian managed to look at her daughter, taking in
the comfort she apparently had with the female soldier behind her and the fact
that she was... mussed.  Ariel's blouse was in subtle disarray, and the crotch
of her shorts was damp.  "Are YOU all right?  What have YOU been doing?"

	"Ummm, girl things."  Ariel flashed a glance at Tenyek.  "I'm fine."

	Brok sighed.  He wasn't going to get any more, even in the unlikely
event that he could somehow produce another erection.  "Let's all go get food,
then."  He popped Marian gently on the ass, and she rose.  Semen poured out of
her, all over his crotch.  Brok pinned Marian's wrist and locked eyes with
her.  "You're going to clean that up..."

	Everyone present knew what he meant.  Marian flashed a glance at
Ariel, but she merely shrugged -- why stop now?  Tenyek announced blithely,
"We'll wait."  Marian backed between Brok's spread legs, and went to work...


	Lee and Teela arrived at the concession stand just in time to hear
Rango remark, "This is heavenly!  What in entropy is it?"

	Irma glanced up.  "Chocolate milk."

	"What's a 'chocolate'?  And it gives milk?" Rango looked confused.

	Lee took up the challenge.  "Chocolate is an extract from a plant seed
-- a bean, we call it.  Coffee comes from a similar structure on a different
plant.  You grind it up and mix the powder with other things to lend the
flavor to them."

	"And that gives you milk?  I thought milk was..." Rango cupped a
breast.

	Lee chuckled, "Well, you'd be wrong, and you'd be right.  It doesn't
come from the bean, and it doesn't come from humans, either -- but it comes
from teats.  Actually, it comes from the same animal that produces hamburger.
The female of the species produces large quantities, and are raised
commercially for that purpose.  We call the beast -- or a woman with huge
breasts -- a cow."  There was a general chuckle.  "So, chocolate milk is
chocolate mixed with cow's milk.  Milk is where a number of other products
come from, too, like butter and cheese; they process milk to remove fat, or
water..."

	"It's good...  Rich," Rango murmured.

	"We substitute cow's milk for human milk for children," Lee related,
"and we actually thin it a bit to keep the amount of fat from being unhealthy.
It's almost too rich, straight from the cow."

	"So, this coffee stuff is a bean?" Rendec grunted.

	"Yeah, dried and roasted, then ground.  Then you run hot water through
it and strain the result."

	"Expensive?"

	"Worse than it used to be, but still pretty cheap, overall, on a per
cup basis," Lee asserted.

	Pops nodded.  "We probably charge ten or fifteen times what it costs
to make it, mostly for the service.  And it's still reasonable, unless you go
to Starbucks."

	"Starbucks?"  Rendec frowned.

	"That's where my wife and daughter went," Lee related, "Starbucks
charges high prices for supposedly gourmet varieties of coffee with flavorings
added.  Coincidentally, milk and chocolate are among those flavors."

	Rendec grunted.  "Whatever the traffic will bear.  Sort of like
bottled water..."

	Lee nodded.  "I couldn't agree more.  Water is water -- but some
character got the idea that if he could claim his came from somewhere where it
was more pure and flavorful, without chemical purification, he could charge
ridiculous sums for it.  It caught on with rich fools, and the next thing you
know..."  Both men shook their heads.

	"I got a can of ground coffee to take with us," Tesh said.  "I figure
the Skipper will be thrilled."

	"He won't be the only one," Lee chuckled, "It isn't morning until I've
had my coffee!"
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