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We were twenty minutes out from the Sentari System when Lola started in. “Why won’t my fucking hair dryer plug in to this thing?” She bluntly jabbed the 120 volt terrestrial plug on her hair dryer into one of the ship’s 2120 volt power couplings. “You act like you’ve never been in deep space,” I said and tossed her an adapter. Later on the mess deck, she sat there as if she expected table service. Everyone went up to get rations at the rations bar and she looked like a lost little earthling. “Believe me, I’ve been in deep space plenty of times,” Lola said. “I guess I’m just used to a level of class I can’t expect from your ship.” And every day for the next 213 days it took to get from Sentari to Polybius IV in a Variant D Research Nodule at 7.8Gzg, Lola bitched and whined about one thing or another. “Finally, this fucking trip is over,” Lola said as we approach Landing Pad DRG-3. “I can’t wait to get on the dock and get the decontamination spray. When that nozzle hits my ass, it makes me cum.” “Charming to the last.” I gave her a firm shove down the gang plank. What she didn’t know is that Variant DR Landing Pads don’t support the the hydro-mechanical decontamination spray. Here they clean out your ass with the voracious banana worms from Tartus IV.
Date Written: September 11, 2005
Author: Ewan Snow
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