An alien empire, arenegade space probe, a rampaging star beast ... why was therealways something that sought to destroy this perfect place Kirkand his...people had built?"Blasted," muttered Kirk. "Spock, you're with me. We're gettingto the bottom of this. Uhura, have an engineering team meet me atthe deck seven turbolift station. We're shutting this downmanually."***Exiting the turbolift, Kirk strode boldly into the corridor onlyto stop short, leaving Spock and the three engineeringtechnicians. ."Bobbie narrowed her eyes. "Can't what." Look, no offense. But you're kind of a goodie two shoes."Faye watched her face blush. "I was trying to help people," Bobbie said."I'm supposed to, it's something I am, not something I do." Exactly my point. You've got six hours in a car with Rach coming up .And Nick... Oh, God. Nick... Hey, Nick. Remember when I was a guy, well, nowI'm Bobbie. Everything should be great." Faye slapped her head. "Bobbie,school? What about school?"Faye looked at Bobbie,. His hands briefly stroked my skin, removing some of the sting. It took all my strength not to lean into his touch. His hand withdrew and was replaced by the sting of leather, seven swift and hard strokes. My arse felt as though it was on fire. I found myself pulling at the restraints on my wrists, squirming around on the bed in a desperate attempt to escape and get away from his belt. It didn't work. Each strike found it's mark and I felt my will to fight ebbing way. “How about now?” I could. Dodi was now wearing something similar, a red halter and white shorts, but both clothings now looked made of soft cotton, and the white shorts in particular were clinging to the shape of her buttocks as she lay on the floor before me.I shook my head as if to clear it. "Dodi, what are you doing here?" I was assigned here, Grand Mufeto." Huh? Assigned by whom? Speak with complete informality." I thought for a moment, thinking if there were something else I could say to put her at ease. I realized.