"I don't know who sent you, nor do I care. I'm in a pretty foul mood right now and really don't feel like fucking with you. Start talking and if I don...t like what I hear you're done." I growled. "Damn Tyrome! Scare a girl to death!" Was the first thing out of her mouth looking closer I saw who it was. "Cloe! What in the hell are you doing? I could have killed you!" I almost shouted then realized where we were. "As if," she smirked, "you're strong I'll give you that but I still have the edge on. Yet when she was around Richard, her heart fluttered and she was transfixed, spirited away to another world where a Prince Charming melted her heart with a smile or compliment. She knew there was no need for working late, at least for the material Richard had mentioned. She could easily have taken care of it during office hours and it was not material that was urgent in any way. He wanted to see her -- alone. And she admitted to herself she wanted to be with him. She didn't stop to question why. The world you - John - call your own. You own a private spaceship - the Patient, which puts you into a somewhat wealthy and respected class of small merchants, who have enough money to get almost anything they may personally desire, but not quite enough to have influence in matters of politics. You lay on the bed in your very own villa on the distant world of Kappa VI. The planet is quite similar to Earth, courtesy of modern terraforming technology, although instead of the yellow Sun, there is. "I hope I'm making you feel good, Conrad. I know you've no doubt had sex with some of the girls you've gone to school with and hope I can make you feel as good as they have," she said as she bent over and kissed me as her hips moved up and down over me."I really haven't had sex before," I said softly as a smile moved across her face."You mean I'm your first?"I nodded and she grinned, telling me, "I'm honored, Conrad, I don't think I've ever been a young man's first lover before. I feel quite.