” She added, “Most Cassandrian women are bi-sexual – you know?”“No kidding!” Pēteris retorted, “But I couldn’t help notice that pussy...seems to be abandoned when a cock is waving in the wind.”Trudi giggled, “Yeah, but on Cassandra, swinging Richards are a rarity. I saw that expression in an Earth movie.” She giggled again.“So,” Trudi returned to her narrative, “I deceived myself into Damselhood and woke on Chaos with no recollection of how I arrived. Chaos is more of a hell than I ever. The crew was billeted in and ate in separate quarters. Like Captain Beauchamp of Black Weasel, Leavenworth ran a tight ship. There would be no muttering or signs of disrespect to Sandrine, especially given the evident trust and importance Father placed in her and her relationship to his daughter and his ward, Gérard.Eight weeks is a long time aboard a relatively small vessel. This year the seas were relatively calm, something that relieved Amélie. True, the time she and Gérard had spent sailing. We agreed that this would only work if we were totally honest, forthcoming, and truthful with each other.This morning was Sunday, and Mandi and I awoke much earlier than normal. While Mandi was probably still in the afterglow of a new and marvelous night of sex, I had not slept well because of what happened last night. Fortunately, it was a beautifully bright and sunny morning, which never fails to make us both happy. Mandi rolled her beautiful and sexy body up against me, reached over, grabbed. What do you say we give that a try?”“That is a brilliant idea. Replicator, have you heard our conversation?”“Yes, I have. I can do that easily enough, and I can use the drones to help you find the people you are looking for. That should get you out of the women’s hair. Your horses will be ready by tomorrow morning.”“Wonderful! Thank you.”You should have seen the relieved expression on Julia’s face when I told her of our new plans. The next morning, James and I dressed as bounty hunters and went.