”“Right,” said Dani. “Dave, it’s been a pleasure as always. Steve, go and get the next bloke. Kim, strip down to your panties and wait in th... corner.”As I followed Dave out, Kim was undressing down to her skimpy black lace knickers.“Man,” said old Dave. “She’s a hotty. Who’s next?”“Erm, Mr Holt in 102,” I replied.“This is his door then,” gestured Dave with a wink. “Tell him not to do anything I wouldn’t do.”Mr Holt, who insisted I call him Pete, followed me into the shower room. His eyes lit up. "How about breakfast?" I asked my four-footed stepchildren. "I have a busy day ahead of me."I had food replicators in my quarters but seldom used them. Food was everywhere. I could even dine in Conference Room Four, the most-often used of the conference rooms, at least by me. Conference Room One was now nicknamed the Throne Room and Lilith, the station governor, used that one for formal receptions, for visitors both in person and virtual when they came from outside the station. More often used. "The following week I went to the tavern with some trepidation. I did what my friend said. The tavern owner gestured to me to follow him into a back room. As soon as he closed the door, he asked me what kind of man I had in mind. I told him I was looking for a husky man. He said: "I have the right man for you. He's an unemployed stevedore... he's built like an OX and HUNG like a BULL!" "Just what I'm looking for!" I told him. The tavern keeper went on: "It will cost you 100 dollars for the. Do all barristers have your level of contacts?”“Not at my level but as you have surmised I have some interesting friends and acquaintances.” They were disturbed by Sal's son. Brian and Toby's daughter Melanie coming down the stairs which opened into the kitchen. Neither was fully clothed they saw a visitor and retreated quickly. Sal noticed that they were holding hands.“Oh shit, they can't even be discrete.” said Heather“Well Toby describes you as his partner so I assume your not married.”.