The chance to end the war and save thousands of lives, that was worth it. Even if her death meant only that more people might sit up and take notice, ...o join the cause, it would still be worth it. And so is he. She shook her head, refusing to accept the depth of feelings Bimi credited her with. She was merely infatuated with a good-looking man, the matter of most importance was the cause. She’d been at the front lines, she’d seen the men dying needlessly on both sides. It had to stop, and she. He had developed a doggy style of humping that most human females found refreshing after the boring missionary poking of uninspiring males with a macho attitude that only considered “getting off” and with little consideration of their partner’s need to reach a satisfactory climax.The intelligent dog had not “knotted” his female owner yet and he was saving that for a special occasion when the young girl was so filled with the need to have multiple tingles of happy orgasms that she would throw. “21, you have control,” the yard conductor said.“Control acknowledged, thank you,” the conductor said, “Dispatcher, this is Amtrak 21, request permission to proceed.”“Amtrak 21, this is dispatch. Proceed as signaled, you have the highball.”“21 has highball, proceed as signaled, do you copy 501?”“501 copies, 21 has highball proceeding as signaled.”The big GE locomotive spooled up its traction motors, and giving its own salute, smoothly pulled its way forward out of the station.They were still. ”I shrugged, “True, but that does not mean I will not miss you.”Golden slid off the bed and walked to me with a sexy sway to her hips, “Corporal England, you have a mission and so do I.”She caressed my chest, “If and when we meet again.”I hugged her and then turned and bent to grab my kit bag, “Learn to duck.”She laughed as I walked out and headed towards the tram and the waiting ship. She was right, I did accept the admiral’s offer, they were always short Scouts for fringe worlds. The station.