Chapter 31
::You already did. I came when you did, just from the taste of you. Let’s teleport to our home to change our flightsuits. We still have to pick up your things at the tailors and your boots at the cobblers in Vineleaf. We need to look our best next rising.:: Bron took Sam’s hand and kissed his knuckles.
::Yes,:: Sam smiled, ::We do. I want to dazzle our fem so she comes to us without reservations.::
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Fem Barracks: 18:30 tines
Margaret Mary O’Neil was fussing over her dress. She was thirty-six years old and this was her first dance. Meg, as her mother used to call her, didn’t have much in common with the other fems she met on the ship. They had lives they lived; they’d experienced dates and dances. She, on the other hand, had cared for her abusive, drunken father and never had anything of her own. Sarran was heaven to Margaret Mary.