Monday evening was the nadir for me. With little option I had drinks and dinner with Doug—he and I were the only guests left in the place—and even...joined him for an after-dinner digestif. Just one; I firmly begged off when he ordered a refill and seemed ready to continue well into the night. I couldn't afford the let-down. He seemed a perfectly pleasant guy and, when he finally opened up a little from his focus on me, an amusing raconteur of anecdotes about his career as a salesman, but I. Actually Isometimes wished I was her.Woman 2: Wished you were her?Tom: Yeah. I'd see how beautiful she was. She wear's this incrediblecatsuit and she fills it out so well. I've often thought of sneakinginto her room and trying it on.Woman 1: You're so silly. Do all boys think like that?Tom: I don't know. When she takes off her catsuit, I've wondered ifshe's wearing a bra underneath. You see her catsuit is so tight shemight not need one.Back on the bridge:Captain Janeway and Kim are laughing so. It caught her by utter surprise to see him standing at the gate that she dropped the pot that she was holding. It shattered on the ground. “David,” her voice caught in her throat. She looked at him, as she was seeing a ghost.David closed the gap between them and caught her in his arms. She stood stiff and slowly pushed him away from her.David was taken aback by her rejection. It haunts him that she had not forgiven him. He was hurt but he could understand her feelings. She had not sent. “You're a whore.”“That's you,” I told her as I pulled her face to my pussy. “You're the whore, remember? You're the one who couldn't control her lusts. That's why you lost.”“Damn my father,” she moaned. “And damn your cunt.”Then she feasted. I threw the partisan to the ground as her hungry tongue licked through my folds, gathering the centaur's cum that hadn't poured out of my pussy. My hips undulated, grinding on her, savoring my victory.The final erinyes had succumbed. I was free of Slata's.