Wesley gets out of bed and lets his morning wood lead the way into the living room area. Making his way into the living room he wipes away morning sle...p from his eyes with the back of his hands. As his sight adjusted, he’s surprised to find Lt. Commander Natasha Kaczynski, a colleague of his mother’s, standing there holding one of Dr. Crusher’s data pads. ?Hello, Wesley. You’re mom asked me to drop by and pick up her data pad and... Oh my goodness,? she exclaims as she stares directly. She’s singing gospel. I do a jazz show.”“It’s jazzy gospel.”“It’s still gospel.”“Then, listen to this.” He began playing her rendition of Iko Iko.“She’s singing a duet with herself? That’s tough ... How’d you get this?”“She came in last night. It’s a long story -- she gave me a hand when my car broke down and we started talking. She said she wanted to see what it was like to record and I invited her to come in and lay down a few tracks. I learned later that she’s an ophthalmologist -- a singing. Eroticpsalms.comI am the Viking Gladiator, the warrior poet, the erotic palmist,And I convey this message to you indeed without delay:We all think about it with extreme pleasure.We all contemplate on it with utter delight.Nobody is exempt from dreaming of hard bondage,Nor excused from the desires of erotic goth sex.I call her an exquisite bitch without further ado,And inform her what a lovely tramp she really is:For she needs a mammoth cock slammed in her throat,Chained to the wall maybe till. “And this one is unfair to you, I know.”“What a friend would I be not being by your side. So let’s get this over with and then we travel to Richter 4. I think I am already institutionalized, without the fleet and my ship I feel forlorn.”The old man said.“You should not talk like this to the Prince of princes and the Champion of Thana Shoo, no matter who you are you are still a woman and aboard the Exer-Hi.”Before I could say something, Har-Hi had one of his swords out and its razor sharp edge.