"See she's fine!" John pointed out."I'm fucking dying!" she squealed."No you’re not?" John replied."Don't you like ass then?" Olly asked."No!" Dolly...insisted."Maybe she’s a lesbian, you want to eat pussy?" Grant suggested."No!" Dolly insisted."Hey Isobel, get over here Dolly wants to learn to lick cunt," Grant ordered."Do you?" Isobel asked, "Mark just fucked me bareback, you want to lick his spunk out of me?" No," Dolly pleaded, "I'm not like that!" Yes you are," Grant told her, "You sit down. Whatever was recorded on it is gone.”“Someone took the crystal, which takes some doing. Someone really wanted to cover his or her tracks.” Elfi concluded.“There are seven beds used, twelve rooms and only two bodies. There is a possibility; the killer might still be out there.” Hans added.“Looks like we are stranded on a Planet with a murder mystery, so what are we doing now?” Krabbel asked me.“We do what we came here to do. Circuit and Shaka get the equipment working. Har-Hi, Wetmouth and Elfi. Please rise so I may ask you a few questions.”The young woman tentatively looked up at Ambrose with fear still apparent on her face. Ambrose started to curse to himself when he saw tears start to fall from her eyes. “I will do all I can to aid you and your guards sir.” The last part was spoken in a whisper of awe.Ambrose nodded with a sigh, “First what is your name? I wish to call you by it and not young woman.”The young woman smiled, then spoke lowly, “I am called Timora, my lord.”Ambrose’s. They had had a drunken argument and he had pushed her off the balcony; She had something terminal wrong with her and had decided to end it all by jumping from the ship; Her husband had been shagging her bent over the balcony rail and they'd got carried away in their drunken passion and she'd accidentally fallen overboard. All the wildly inaccurate fantasies that tend to spread amongst almost four thousand passengers and crew when none of them has a clue as to what did actually happen. Well that.