"Most?" said the first in mock indignation. "You mean there's some who aren't?" Uproarious laughter greeted that remark. I was sure that every one of ...hose SHAMUS pilots was just itching to get into bed with Kao Ijuf. What the hell? So was I."Hey, look," said Dromo, pointing to the window. "We're coming out of hyperspace."He was right. The panoply of streaking colors gave way to the still blackness of space. In the distance I saw what I presumed was the Sepan sun."What now?" Dromo asked. "My bow tells me that there is game near, that I could hunt before dark, but it would not be meat for eating, and I would need a steady horse to bring it's pelt in with. I ween it would overtax our old ass."The Caravan master was astonished, such a fur to overtax the sturdy little donkey would be of value enough to pay their way as passengers, not workers. "Very well, bring me the fur of the game that isn't for meat, and we can talk more." It was a win win situation for the caravan master no. As he thought about it, this was pure erotic fiction. And he was the subject of the story. He stepped up to the door and knocked… nothing.He knocked again and the door opened. There she was. In all her glory. A light silk robe opened up revealing a skimpy rose colored demi-bra, garter belt, matching stockings, and a confirmation of what he witnessed before…. no panties. She was shaved clean except for a tiny tuft of hair just above her pussy. Still sporting those amazing high heeled shoes, he. The doctor approached a much-subdued Ray and checked his vitals, saying, "It's been quite awhile since I've seen him get that worked up!" Maybe you should go look after him," Ray responded. "I thought he was going to have a stroke, for a minute there..." You worried about his health?" the doctor grinned."Well, no, not really. But getting that intense doesn't help his credibility..." If you haven't seen enough by now to believe, it isn't going to happen," the doctor shook his head. "When we.