As Paula had grown older she had come into contact with family rumors about her beautiful mother; some kind of scandal. After Paula's father died, her...mother had a bewildering succession of lovers, but none had seemed to last. They wore out, it seemed, one after another.And now was Paula's own daughter starting on this shameful road of unending physical hunger? Was this some genetic curse that descended in her family from mother to daughter?My God, what was going on out there now?Paula could. Who ... why?” Mary Anne stuttered a bit while we cut away the rest of her clothes and left her exposed to the humid Dog Days night.“Uncle Curtis, she’s all yours!” I turned to my uncle, who grinned at Erin and me as he took possession of a Klansman’s wife still struggling in our grasp.“There you go, sugar, bless your heart!” Aunt Molly snickered as she brought her nipples up to Mary Anne’s mouth to distract her while Uncle Curtis left his mark.“Let’s take her back right here and now!” Uncle. I was in a daze. And I was feelingsomething else, too. It felt so good I didn’t want herto stop. Please keep going, I thought. Then I felt the palm ofher hand brush past my pubic hair, then over mystomach, approaching my breast. Wait a minute, Ithought. I shouldn’t be doing this. I took hold of herwrist, told her we better stop and anyway I need to usethe bathroom, lifted myself out of the tub, stumbledinto the house, into the bathroom and shut the door. My body was still warm and. "We're gonna red-line the engines and it'll soon be a hellhole in here," Trip answered, frantically checking all his readouts. "Tucker to bridge, Cap'n were're ready down here! Start her at 5.3. I'll let ya know when we're ready for 5.4" Ok, give it a shot Cap'n."The voice of Commander Tucker over the com sounded as if he'd run a marathon, and considering he'd been trying to coax more than warp 5.3 out of the lobotomized engine for over twenty minutes, he could just as well have done.