Luckily for her sitting in judgment like a human jury of old were three gods and goddesses of love, and three of war. None had been very close friends...at any time, but that was the point. She followed her defenders through the bright marble hallway until they emerged in the great hall. Everyone was there in the forms they loved best, in the adornments of station here on their world, mostly shining young and beautiful. Human values over millennia had leaked into their culture and aesthetics. He deserves it. You’ve already seen that. With him dead, the men will fall in line under me. I’ll be rich, powerful and happy, Tyson will be dead and gone, and you, Felix, may I call you Felix? Call me Trisha. And you, Felix, will stay with me as my new lover!’ O’Bannen stared at her in open astonishment. Before he could speak, she went on. ‘You will. Trust me, Felix. Starting now, you’re going to devote yourself to a new faith and the worship of a different kind of deity. I’m talking about. She's 17, five-six, willowy blond, long, tanned legs, pretty face and a figure that must get lots of looks. Even I've enjoyed looking at her when she uses my pool, her bikinis are almost non-existent. They're thongs, even smaller than bikinis, you know. "That's exactly why I asked you. I love you Grandpa, I want you to be happy and I know I could make you happy. There's just you and me here, nobody would ever know but us. It's not like I've never done it to a guy before, you know. Your sweet,. I'll be in my quarters packing. If anyone wants me after 1730 I will be on my way to Trout Lake to visit Mark Sellers."(Later that evening, Mark Sellers' Cabin)Lisa Danby, civilian, had caught a Bering Air Flight to Shaktoolik, where Bill picked her up in his Piper Pacer, and brought her to the lake where the retired commandant now spent the summers with his wife, Helen."Dawson, Danby," greeted Sellers, "welcome to my hideout. Son you just created quite a stir with your expose on my successor..