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"Oo, exotic fresh meat," the woman said, eyeing Qi up and down. "It looks like Quiyo brought something yummy home for dinner."
Qi looked at her with pure annoyance on his face. "That's it? You've had almost an entire shift to think of something to throw at me and that's the best you could come up with? Quiyo said you guys were smart. Which sister are you?"
"Asshole," she said.
"No, I'm pretty sure you're either Fatn or Lia, but if you want me to call you asshole, I'm game," Qi said.
"Well, you have more spine than Ferro," she said, giving him a second glance up and down. "I'm Lia. Fatn is the one with the thick thighs in case you get confused."
"Thick thighs," Qi said. "There are many things I see when I look at a woman and 'thick thighs' isn't one of my usual priorities. Maybe the color of her hair, how tall she is..."
"The size of her tits," Lia said, crossing her arms. The effect of her arms hoisting up her breasts wasn't lost on Qi. He found the pose amusing.
"If you insist," Qi said. "I would say that yours are one and a half to two handfuls each and they look quite good on you from where I'm standing. You wanna give me any more shit?"
"I could but Quiyo gets all bitchy when I play with her toys," Lia said.
Qi looked at the four mats placed in each corner of the room. There wasn't a double mat to be found and he wasn't about to ask his new roommate. She would probably tell him the wrong corner just for the later chance to laugh at his embarrassment.
He looked at the mini-kitchen to his left. "Can we cook or are we expected to go to the mess on this level?"
"Can you cook?" Lia asked.
"Spam," Qi said. "I'm a master at cooking spam."
"What is spam?" Lia asked, sounding as if she expected a trap.
"Take nasty, unidentifiable meat, grind it, bulk it up with crusty bits of something you wouldn't expect to eat, and season it heavily to mask the origins. Serve it on a slice of bread. One serving will fill you for a day, guaranteed. Ah, those were the days."
"Great," Lia said. "You sound like the elders remembering the Temperdis. Thankfully, civilization does flourish here and as of today, our cooking unit has been re-installed. If the vat grows it, we can eat it."
"Pity," Qi said with bravado as he scanned the menu on the cooking unit. "Pork rinds ... pork rinds ... there's no damned pork rinds in this pre-programmed menu. Who the fuck ate this rabbit food?"
"The unit can be revamped later; we are expected in the mess," Lia said. "You are the fresh meat for the Family and everyone wants to meet the man who actually snagged Quiyo."
"A snack?" Qi said, not turning around. "A little greaseball of joy to hold me over?"
As he was leaning over the scrolling menu, Lia smacked him on the head. Qi ducked his head under his raised forearm in order to keep reading the menu. She gave him a quick jab in the kidney that made him stand up straight.
"I'm hungry!" he protested, finally turning around.
"Then we will eat but we are going to do it with everyone else," she said through clenched teeth. With all possible drama, Qi dropped his shoulders and started to march towards the door. Lia took his arm and walked him into the corridor, merging with the crowd.
"What are pork rinds?" Lia said as they walked.
"Fried pig skin cut into strips," Qi said. "If you have a beer in one hand and a bowl of rinds in the other, then you know the next few hours are going to be pure joy. Or is it flash: the next few hours are going to be flash."
"I never imagined that you would give me such a colorful reason to hate normals," Lia said. "They say that Volentin is barbarian and yet normals spend their leisure eating fried animal skin. The universe really is upside down."
They turned into the mess. Lia handed Qi a tray and walked him up to the line. She skipped ahead and left him to plod through the various fresh courses that were prepared in bulk. Fresh courses came from the same vats but they were combined and cooked with other ingredients. Having been raised on terrestrial foods, pure vat foods tasted flat and less textured on Qi's tongue. Terrestrials ate real meat, a heresy on the space stations. Qi's childhood was drenched in hot pepper and strong tastes. The space born looked at spicy foods as a peculiar extra rather than a normal ingredient, which was part of Qi's upbringing.
As he waited for the serving spoon to dip into a faux meat dish, he felt a nudge in his ribs. He ignored it until he felt another, stronger prod. Qi turned to question the source of his annoyance.
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If you looked for a sexy, feminine, human dynamo with spectacular artistic talent, Brite Reber would flawlessly fill the bill. She lived outside St. Cloud, Minnesota, and for the past five years had done business on her own terms. She commanded top-dollar for her photo sessions, and last I knew you had to book her at least two years in advance even if you were the queen of England, the President, or the newest movie star. "Jimmmm," she crooned into the telephone, responding to my name...
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Dan bumped his head a couple of dozen times against the wall in the bedroom he'd been in with Ellen. The act looked funny given he was naked and sober, but so were the rest of us. He'd dropped the newspaper that repeated the story in a British tabloid about me carrying around pornographic and lewd pictures that had been sexted to me or taken by me on my cell phone. I took his head pounding as an indication that my publicist hadn't the slightest idea how to cope with this sudden release of...
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I felt her lips reach the base of my cock and I gave the back of her head a soft caress followed by a little push. Her lips gently flared out on the base of my hairless shaft and she moaned with my cockhead buried in her throat. I looked down and watched her green eyes as they stayed locked into mine. Crystal had enhanced her eyes the way she usually did when we went out somewhere. She fringed her lashes with lots of that CoverGirl ThickLash mascara that gave her lashes a longer, plush look....
I felt her lips reach the base of my cock and I gave the back of her head a soft caress followed by a little push. Her lips gently flared out on the base of my hairless shaft and she moaned with my cockhead buried in her throat. I looked down and watched her green eyes as they stayed locked into mine. Crystal had enhanced her eyes the way she usually did when we went out somewhere. She fringed her lashes with lots of that CoverGirl ThickLash mascara that gave her lashes a longer, plush look....
I felt her lips reach the base of my cock and I gave the back of her head a soft caress followed by a little push. Her lips gently flared out on the base of my hairless shaft and she moaned with my cockhead buried in her throat. I looked down and watched her green eyes as they stayed locked into mine. Crystal had enhanced her eyes the way she usually did when we went out somewhere. She fringed her lashes with lots of that CoverGirl ThickLash mascara that gave her lashes a longer, plush look....
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The envelope had a wax seal across the flap embossed with the script letters 'NR'. On the front, written in bold letters, were the words, "To be opened only by Jim Mellon." An usher brought it to me at intermission time. I thanked him and went to tip him, but he said, "Oh, no sir, the young lady handsomely tipped me to deliver this to you personally." I figured it was some not-so-subtle fan mail. The green room door opened and a stage hand yelled into the room to Crystal and me, "On...
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Hardcore"Ellen will be your very special assistant. She'll be your script girl, check your makeup, help you go over your lines, and keep you on schedule." Crystal smiled at me to be sure I thought I'd be taken care of, "And, of course, she'll keep you warm in bed, and she's promised to remind you that I love you even though I'm six thousand miles away." She laughed at her innuendo abd then whispered, "And I've left instructions that she's supposed to fuck you senseless at least once a...
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The Moscow concert and premiere of Crystal's film The Naked Truth had gone off without a hitch. The worry I'd felt over those events before paled in comparison with the angst I felt over having to check out of the country with Russian immigration and customs carrying a contraband iPod with a terabyte of highly classified Russian data on it. I tried to calm myself by recalling one of the missions I'd had in Russia when I was a Green Beret. My squad had done a HALO drop into the edge of the...
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Nobody should approach me if they want a fair, balanced and informed opinion of Rock Hill, South Carolina. Most of what I discovered about the city was well after the Crystal Passion tour and what we saw was probably unrepresentative and, to be honest, not especially attractive. It was a town very much in the shadow of the somewhat larger city of Charlotte, 25 miles away and mostly only glimpsed at as we drove by on the relatively new Interstate 485 which also took us past Charlotte Douglas...
I looked at the pretty young woman and pondered how to answer her question, 'Mr. Mellon ... err, this is delicate ... I don't know how to put this ... but, well, ... do you have a child ... by a woman who lives in Greenville, Ohio – a baby about seven or eight months old?' I practically choked out loud. I did indeed have a child I'd fathered in Greenville, Ohio. Crystal knew too, but other than the baby's parents no one else should have figured out the lineage of that child. Crystal...
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"Wherever it is we'll be tomorrow, it won't be Kansas," Crystal announced when she'd returned from the hotel foyer after what was originally intended to be a routine phone call to Kai about the tour itinerary. "And it most certainly won't be Kansas City." "No need for ruby slippers then," said Thelma. "So, if we're not going to Kansas, where are we going?" Andrea asked. "Weren't we supposed to be travelling from there to Chicago, Washington and New Orleans?" "It isn't...
If you were touring America these days and you wanted to contact your manager or, indeed, anyone back in the UK, all you need to do is switch on a laptop or tablet or smart phone and use Skype. And if not Skype exactly, you'd use Viber or exchange e-mails or instant messages. But in the early 1990s, the internet was very slow and ridiculously expensive and most people weren't online anyway. So, when Crystal wanted to contact Madeleine, our agent, to find out how things were doing she had to...
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"We've been invited to her home!" an excited Andrea announced after she and Crystal emerged from the hotel lobby's public phone booth. "Whose home?" I wondered, not really having paid much attention. I was sitting splayed across one of the Crown Hotel's most threadbare red velour sofas. We were now on the latest stop of our trans-American tour and in the city of Providence, the capital of the tiny Ocean State of Rhode Island. I'd been browsing statistics about the state in a tourist...
Both Crystal's and Judy's parents preferred that their daughters be buried rather than cremated so the final moments of the funeral weren't of two coffins sliding inside a furnace and being incinerated. Instead a procession of hearses snaked out of the funeral home and wound through the roads and avenues of Rock Hill to Crystal's final resting place at the Forest Hills Cemetery. I was a mess of sorrow and tears during the whole drive. The brief respite I'd had from my grief by the need...
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