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From: dimitri@ihug.co.nz (Dimitri Maximoff)

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Subject: Star Trek : TNG 2/3 m/f f/f oral

Date: 11 Mar 1997 12:11:07 GMT

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	Data and Worf stood outside holoroom 1, they watched Riker standing 

alone in the room, he could not hear their crys to him.

	"If only we could go inside," muttered Worf,"Why doesn't he come 

out?"

	"He has opened the doors," said Data,"But he is seeing the door from 

another time, and it is still closed."

	Riker walked over to the door and tryed the manual release, the door 

remained opened to them, but to Riker it was obviously still closed, he sat 

down and suddenly turned his head, he was engrossed in watching something.

	"Obviously he is seeing something," said Worf,"Why can we not?"

	"We would have to be in the timepocket itself, but look, he's 

walking now."

	Riker was walking on the spot, but to him he could be walking briskly 

down a street, he stopped and said something, they could register what, he 

nodded in satisfaction and walked to the doors, he mouthed the word open and 

then smiled broadly at Data and Worf.

	"Commander Riker......." began Worf, but then Riker stepped out of 

the holoroom and disappeared.



	Deanna sat on Data's bed and watched as Beverly pulled something out 

of a closet, it looked like a human body, only with yellow skin.

	"Data?" she asked, confused.

	"No no no," said Beverly, smiling as she tipped drunkenly to the 

side,"Not Data, it's his brother - Lore."

	"Lore," said Deanna with a grin,"Wasn't he a bad boy?"

	Beverly smiled,"Who cares, I want a good fuck and he can give it to 

me."

	"But he's an android," said Deanna,"You can't fuck him."

	Beverly staggered to her feet,"You can't tell me you didn't feel 

jealous of Tasha when she got to fuck Data?" she was referring to one of 

their first missions, when they had been infected by a virus that reduced 

all inhibitions - even Data had been affected to a certain degree and had 

had sex with Tasha Yar - the late chief of security.

	Beverly pulled the sagging form of Lore to it's feet and pressed a 

button in it's side, it jerked up and around and then collapsed.

	"So much for that," said Deanna sadly,"You broke him."

	But Lore did not stay down, he sat up and pressed a hand to his 

forehead,"Oooohhh, do I have a cramp or what."

	He looked around and saw Beverly and Deanna, he took in the 

situation instantly,"You both show high blood alcohol levels, and I detect 

the scent of sexual arousement,"He wagged his finger and smiled,"What do you 

naughty girls want?"

	Deanna was delighted, he was like a gigolo that didn't want to be 

paid - at least not in monetary terms,"I wanna get laid, but I want my 

pleasure to be the main concern."

	"Hey," said Lore,"I live to serve, but what do I get for my 

troubles?"

	"You get to stay turned on," said Beverly angrily,"And you better 

not try any tricks on us - I know where your off button is."

	Lore thought things over for a few brief seconds, then he 

smiled broadly.

	"Who goes first?"

	

	Riker knew it was impossible, his ship was the Enterprise E,

but he stood on the Enterprise D - and no timepocket could take him to 

another ship.

	He was at least invisible, for now anyway, and it was with some 

amusement that he watched his younger self - beardless - chatting with 

Wesley Crusher.

	He wished he knew the stardate, this was obviously an early 

mission - he couldn't help but wonder if he had been given the powers of 

the Q yet.  Then he noticed that his younger self was talking into the 

communicator, he rushed of and Wesley looked dejected, Riker hadn't 

realised just how much the young genius worshipped him.





