The name of the station or the particular line of travel is not important and we will dispense with such tomfoolery because it is not in the least bit...relative to our story. I have recently read a supposed fictional book of mystery that was so dedicated to describing this station and that station and the exact times and the number of passengers as well as points of interest along the route that I despair of such tricks of “filling the pages” with trivia unnecessary to the plot.I will admit. “Yes, dear Sir. My Lord was injured bad. The ship was dead and Lord John and his Lady with a man healed it. He healed my Lord next. Lady Jenny healed me. When we have babies, one will be named John or Jenny.” Lady Ada got a standing ovation from her simple praise about what is important.“Director Bible, we believe both the Lord Stensit and Lord Speaking are space dust.” Lord Heat shared.“Lord John, do you have an adult son to replace you as Lord of Earth?” Director Bible asked.“Johnny, please. " And they all..." Yes, every one. This is no better than the Empire Club." Yes, I know," agreed Laurel who herself had spent a busy night with three young, rich, spoiled college girls, looking for a different experience. They had been inexperienced with women, but young and energetic and Laurel was exhausted by the time they had satisfied their curiosity. At least they had not been sadistic, she thought, but her body ached and cried out for rest from the vibrators and the multiple orgasms both. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the blood continued to flow freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night’s work but she couldn’t just take a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience. At last the gash clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would lead to the organization. When she found none she fled to the tenth.