Homelands Pt 2 Ch 11
Dripping with sweat from a longworkout, I headed towards my quarters. As I rounded the corner from the bedroom to the bathroom, I stopped dead in my tracks. Deirdre sat on the lip of my private hot tub. Her many visages all wore very formal garments, though of a great many different types. One wore a business suit. One a silk toga. Several wore traditional dresses. "Uh, hey," I said. "Hello, Frank," she said, uncrossing her legs and standing up. "You here on business?" "No, I'm sneaking around...
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