" The ship's AI, George, updated the display using the new criteria, and the two men studied the pattern of dots for a moment.Lt-Col. Collins pointed ...o systems that were along their general course, "These twelve are within thirty parsecs of each other. Unless something better presents itself, I suggest we cruise through them and see what we can see."Commodore Achord sighed and nodded agreement, "It's as good a place to start as any. Let's have Farnham take these four." Achord pointed to a. There wasanger, hurt and hatred in his eyes. I'd just created an enemy. Great.And I'd wanted to ask Gong for help.On the way back to my cell I looked at Blain. "So. Will you help me?"Blain ignored my question. "Or are you just like them?" I asked. Therewas no answer.***Someone slipped a white and dark red garment under the door. I staredat it with dread. "Please put on the costume Jessica," a voiceinstructed over the intercom speaker.I numbly took the outfit and held it up. A one piece suit. Gerri was eye-catching. My first glance recognized her as taking her style from what some called the Golden Era of pre-Code detail that I noticed, and then, as she swung into a sitting position from the way in which she had lounged, her clothing.Women like to have me along when shopping, as I have a very refined sense of color. A detailed knowledge of dress styles, however, doesn’t go with that. If I were forced to describe what she was wearing, it was a cross between a hostess gown and a. "I was just seeing if I needed to shave my legs," she explained. "Whaddya think?"What the hell, I thought, and ran my hand up her calves, and from the outside to the inside of her thighs. Her legs were smoother than nearly anything I had ever felt. She looked at me thoughtfully, expecting a verdict.Leaving my hand on her thigh, I answered casually "No way."She smiled and flopped back from her sitting position, reaching for a book. We spent the rest of the evening reading like that, me.