"We joined the Mile High club on the way here!"Ward choked on a sip of whiskey. What the fuck did you say?!! He stared at the straight look on Diana's...face as he coughed. You can't possibly mean what I think you mean... Ward glanced at Charles. You don't know whether to laugh at me or slap your hand over her mouth! Ward looked at Diana again. "Are you talking about the same Mile High club I've heard about?"Diana asked with a straight face, "Is there another Mile High club? What have you. She didn't wait. The memories were no longer painful, just unpleasant. He would have to be more careful in programming his dreams for DEEP-sleep. No more frosty blondes!The brandy settled in his stomach, spreading its heat through his body. He glanced around the control room, feeling a rush of pride stir gooseflesh within his chest. This was his ship, no longer Time-Shift Universal's. He was an independent, no longer an employee. He smiled. He felt like the captain of the IGV (Intergalactic. “I just thought you might like to talk with me before let your mom and dad know what you were doing earlier this afternoon out back.”“Like what did you think you saw?” she snapped.“Martha, Martha, let’s don’t make this more difficult then it already is. We both know you were sharing a blanket behind my shed with that Stewart Martinelli. I must say, your titties and pussy are really quite nice looking.”“What were we supposed to be doing?” she questioned.“Well, I’d have to say it was much more. Bruce nodded at the Madam and took a seat in the parlor to watch the line up. The miner stood attentively viewing the girls. He noticed Carla as a new one in the line and stepped over to make his choice. He led her by the cashier and swiped his credit card. Carla led him off to one of the rooms and Bruce smiled at her quick step. She was busy tonight. The miner was a foreman on the hard rock operation down below. He supervised drilling and blasting while other groups came in to muck out the.