”“You could write a book about it,” I sighed sarcastically.“All the boys wanted to kiss me then, I was quite a catch,” she said, “Not like...now, back then they fought over me, bare knuckles in the Red Lion car park, Tom Bradbury and Phil Thompson, Phil knocked Tom’s tooth out and got himself arrested and Tom went home and Mike Grimshaw took me home in his Mini Van and we stopped in Handley woods.”“Really?” In sighed.“There’s no room in a Mini van, he had his builders tools in the back,” she. I felt instant relief as the warm water rushed over my skin.I finished my shower and started drying my hair when I received a text on my phone."New potential client today. BIG FISH! Likes younger women so dress sexy. We need to land this one " said the text from my boss.I paused for a moment and looked at my naked body in the mirror. I always took good care of my body and loved to stay in shape. Im 5'6 with a slim hourglass figure, flat stomach, perky breasts with cute pink nipples, and a small. How hadhe come to this, such pain. He couldn't remember, couldn't rememberanything but pain.He rotated his eyes in the direction he thought the voice had spokenfrom. The shapes still swam in his sight, seeming the shapes of a dog,of a man, a bird. They were all one and nothing, clouds and starlightpoints of ether. No sense, and no meaning ascribed to any of them.Willing the straining muscles of his arm, he reached, trying to touch.The dirt shifted under his fingers as his hand inched forward.. " Nice, aren't they." The captain sniggered after the raspy voice from the microcom had delivered its message. Myron, the helmsman, managed a nervous smile in reply. The captain turned back to his console and gave his reply in the same droning voice that the NASS operator had. "We are 'Free Lunch', freelance merchant, registered in Old Eurasia, ID: 791114SVE. We carry Terran cattle the New Amazonan government. We have license to conduct trade on New Amazona."The captain transmitted the message.