“So, have you figured out who you want to become your lesbian slave?”“It's so difficult,” she moaned, leaning back. “There are a few choices...I can think of.”“Well, let's hear them,” I said. “There's Janette. She's the papergirl who delivers to my house. And she never gets my newspaper anywhere near my front door. It's usually in the middle of my lawn. I've seen her. She's this eighteen-year-old cutie that's just talking on her phone instead of doing her job right. She's kind of a bitch, I. In that case she would probably give me the low down on your faults rather than your virtues in an attempt to prepare me for the worst that may still be to come."I looked at her and smiled, "Oh I think after those kind of remarks you may well anticipate that there will certainly be worse to come." Then I think I may even look forward to discovering the form that might take. I would not want my man to be too perfect," she said with a giggle."My mother followed this exchange with a smile. I. I didn’t talk dirty to him like I did when I was angry with him and stuck in traffic. I hung up on him when things got really crazy. Why did it feel so damn sexy? Why did I masturbate after I hung up, and why did it feel so much better than at other times?When I got home from work, John was not there. I got a phone call just as I went to the kitchen to start supper, and it was him. I don’t know why but I hesitated to answer. I finally answered with a tentative “Hello?”“Hey, Mom, I won’t be home. It was required for all actions.It took two days for the repairs to my ship to be completed. The damaged hull plates were removed the day we got there and replaced. What took the longest was the integration of the new plate's coating with the old coating on the ship. That took the longest time but when it was done, you couldn't even tell the new from the old.While we waited I asked David how he could stand being on such a crowded station. "There are two senior Privateers here. Every four weeks.