Of course, her complexion was dark, as expected of a girl hailing from an agricultural family but she had the essential ingredients to invoke lust in ...he eyes of the onlookers. None of those curious onlookers was interested in marrying her. All they wanted was just to screw her royally once if not more. The situation got worse when her parents were drowned while their bullock cart capsized onto the river during an unseasonal floods. Since then, she began realizing how unsafe and unsecured. (The medical term for being stuck in one form is 'morphlock.' Dr. Stein, the very man who is the 'S' in SCABS, one evening amusedly commented to all of us in the bar that medical dictionaries had practically tripled in weight after the advent of the Martian Flu, thanks to all the new medical terms and conditions introduced.)And so, now, here I remain: first, Paul. Then, Tara. And now, both.I think I'll stay as Tara for a little bit. Unusual to watch, isn't it? The first time I saw myself do. " "No, do you TRUST me?" he said with more emphasis this time."Yes, Peter, I trust you... completely." And she did - she knew that he would never do anything to harm her - physically, emotionally or in any other way."All right then. You weren't the only one who did some shopping before the trip. I got you a little something that I think we will both find quite interesting. Are you ready?" She wasn't sure what he was talking about but she replied "Mmmhmm..."Peter placed something cold and hard. She told Violet to keep the secret to herself and not blab it to the crew. The shrewd young girl knew to agree immediately because Eve was the Captain of the raiding ship."What's your name, girl?"The girl looked up at the sight of the muscular female in charge and stuttered a little bit in her reply."Da ... Da ... Dottie!"She took the girl into her cabin and stripped her down to her skin. The milk-white skin was shocking in comparison to the sun tans of the crew and even her own exposed skin..