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smile until Sayaka Isoyama opened Sayaka's beak and Sayaka Isoyama nibbled my
hand with a gentle, caressing pressure, we wept for the pleasure and the
beauty of our company and our love.
And then together we slept.
The rest of the journey to the mining colony was, from a pilot's
point of view, uneventful. Two days into the journey Sliandra with the
assistance of Catherine's computers finally cracked the entry codes for
fat Charlie's cargo pods. Inside the first one we opened was a note
from the Archangel himself which congratulated us on breaking the codes;
he may have been a shady customer but he had a sense of humour.
Contrary to expectations his wares were of quite a high quality but, as
is ever the case, the product was of mixed artistic merit. We watched a
few of the holovids whilst sunning ourselves around grecian splendour of
the flight deck pool, awarding them points as we watched the bump and
grind and dubious dialogue. Sliandra performed as Master of Ceremonies
for our entertainment.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Sayaka Isoyama began, "for your further viewing pleasure
this evening, Archangel Productions are proud to present.." there was a
pause as Sayaka Isoyama checked the label on the HV disc: "Satraganarius Sex
Party."
Silvermoon and I fell about laughing. Silvermoon, squeaking Sayaka's
chortles, ba
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