They were armed with a club or a long knife and nothing else. They didn't even have any armour. The one I actually ran into was near the centre of two...and he had been pissing up against a wall and therefore out of sight when I started to slip across the main road that lead from the one gate to the other. The man started upon seeing me and he hefted his club in response before even shouting a challenge or stepping towards me. His motion however showed intent and I dealt with him quickly. My. I had started to feel like Mary’s Dream was theirs as much as the ship was mine. Flying by myself was a bachelor’s dream, but quite frankly, even a bachelor can tire of being the only living person for parsecs.Most solo-pilots tended to become very anti-social after many years of travelling the spaceways, as lack of social contact and the dangers of solo-piloting preyed on their psyche. I had known one grizzled vet, who accepted full mental connection to his ship, becoming mentally connected to. .''''wooooo dude stop what the fuck stop''pulling me on my stomach on his lap, my arm in my back holding them in place''im so done listening to your excuses , i told you, Slap slap Slap, oh no you dont get away from this ''''dude dude wtf stop please ahhhh ouchhhh ouchhhh fuck man your crazy ''my sweat pants down ass up him just smacking it holding my arms with his big toned hand''you gonna start to listen , im so fucking done with that attitude ''slaping my ass hard making me yell for him to. It took a bit of getting used to at first, but I’m fine with it now.”She was still holding my husband’s balls as she asked, “And you feel much calmer these days Joe? Kathy said you are giving her oral sex and that her orgasms are wonderful. Do you get off eating pussy Joe?”It was quite blunt and kind of a nasty way to ask it, but it was all true. I had told her all of that exactly. She had asked Joe so she wanted him to answer her. I started to say my thoughts on this, to spare Joe, but she.