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Story title : The Baby Game: A Galaxy Slut Galina Story
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The Baby Game: A Galaxy Slut Galina Story
(FFM, sci-fi, mc, preg)
by Sakka (Sakka66@aol.com)
***
As a scandalous wave of unplanned, and embarrassing
pregnancies strikes the older women of the Galactic
Empire, Galina Barding and her friend Dr. Lyza Ellazar
(both now 60 years old and enjoying their peaceful
retirements) come into the crosshairs of a super-rich
playboy stud looking to make them into instant
grandmothers.
***
(Author's note: the following story is set in a distant
future many thousands of years from now, and assumes
that human beings have settled on untold millions of
worlds throughout the galaxy. Thanks to the extremely
high technology of the Galactic Empire (dominant
government of the day), human lifespans routinely run
to more than a hundred years, and women routinely
remain fertile (at least theoretically) well into their
50's, 60's and beyond. Further, cheap and commonly
available technology (in the form of microscopic robots
injected into the body and programmed to repair
body tissue) maintain the semblance of youth even as
the body inevitably ages...)
When Scout Pilot Galina Barding finally mustered out of
the Galaxy Scout Service at age 58, she could hardly
believe she had spent the last 40 years of her life in
the organization. Thanks to the modern medicine
available in the Galactic Empire, she was still
quite well-preserved, but it was a shock to realize
middle age had come and gone without her really
noticing. Even two years later--in Galaxy Year 1128-
it was hard to really grasp how time had flown.
"Am I really 60 years old?" Galina said, looking at her
reflection in a starport terminal window.
"Well, you wouldn't feel so old if you hadn't done
something more constructive with your life."
Galina smiled, otherwise ignoring the smart remark from
her best friend, Dr. Lyza Ellazar. Unlike Galina--a
shapely blonde well over 170 centimeters tall--Lyza was
a pudgy redhead just over 150 centimeters tall, but
their stature was just the first of many differences.
Whereas Galina had been raised in the poorest
neighborhood of Krakatoa Starport, Lyza was raised in
luxury by noble parents and was technically a baroness.
20 years earlier, Lyza had retired from the medical
branch of the Galaxy Fleet as a commodore, then went on
to marry Ezra Gamalon (a wealthy naval architect) and-
fertile little nymph she was--bore a daughter three
months later, and a son ten months after that. Sadly,
Ezra himself died shortly thereafter, but Lyza was now
the proud parent of two grown children (her daughter
attending Krakatoa U, and her son attending the Naval
Academy) and was widely respected as a pillar of the
community on Krakatoa. Conversely, Galina--despite
a lifetime of fucking--had no children, had never been
married, and was not considered the pillar of any
particular community.
"I don't know," Galina said, looking her friend up and
down; "if getting fat and dumpy is constructive, I
think I'll pass."
"So!" Lyza said, "that's the thanks I get for keeping
you company in your old age."
"Gaia, Lyza--I'm only 6 days older than you are."
Lyza huffed, throwing her long coat around herself
dramatically, but Galina knew she was being ungenerous.
Lyza was really not a bad-looking woman--especially
when she flashed her cherubic smile--and Galina had
seen more than one young spacehand glance at
Lyza's shapely legs and cute feet on other planets.
But being a proper lady, Lyza affected to be less
interested in quick and cheap sex than Galina.
On the planet Dubbity, though--where they happened to
be now--quick and cheap sex was not very easy to come
by. Although they remembered Dubbity Starport as a
bustling place in their younger days, most of the
starship traffic had moved to other worlds now,
and there weren't nearly as many handsome young men
around as Galina remembered; indeed, there weren't many
people at all (male or female) since most of the
population had migrated elsewhere long before.
Further, it was now nearing wintertime on Dubbity,
and it didn't help Galina that she had to conceal most
of her body under a Scout-surplus trenchcoat. Like
Lyza, she left her coat open (in her case, so she could
show off her short black dress), but it was hard to
feel sexy with the chill ocean breeze swirling around
her bare legs and feet--the latter propped up in spike-
heeled sandals. Although Lyza was wearing sandals,
too--wedgies with simple thong vamps and intricately-
woven ankle straps--she was otherwise sensibly dressed
in trousers and a nice warm sweater.
"Hey, look at that," Lyza said, suddenly noticing the
headline on a nearby newsvid display, mounted on the
terminal wall; "'Lady Danelaw Reveals Surprise
Pregnancy'."
"You're kidding," Galina said, although she could see
the headline too, clearly enough.
"That's what it says," Lyza replied, moving closer to
read more of the article; "'In a surprising development
at the capital, Lady Elsapeth Danelaw (74), the
Imperial Minister of Justice, revealed yesterday that
she is pregnant with twins...'"
Intrigued, Galina followed after Lyza and stopped
beside her before the newsvid.
"'...the news came as a shock to both Lady Danelaw and
her husband'," Lyza went on, "--yeah, I'll bet--'as
Lady Danelaw had her last child over thirty years
ago...'"
"Well, how about that," Galina said; "I heard a lot of
older ladies were getting pregnant recently, but
really!"
"Oh my..." Lyza said, turning away from the holovid
while blushing and trying not to smirk; "that has got
to be embarrassing!"
"Well," Galina said, "it wouldn't hurt you to put out
once in a while."
"Galina, really!"
"Hey, I see the way you ogle the boys. You know you
want to."
"Well, I might WANT to," Lyza conceded, "but I'm a good
Christian widow."
Galina snorted.
"Being a 'good Christian' didn't keep you from humping
everyone in sight when we were younger."
"Well, that was different," Lyza said, uncomfortably;
"I just can't--act like that now. Poor Ezra would roll
over in his grave..."
Galina kept her answer to that to herself; 'poor Ezra'
hadn't been half the saint Lyza pretended he was now,
out of respect for the dead. Galina herself had fucked
him quite a few times herself--when Lyza was pregnant
and not in the mood--but that was a secret Galina would
rather not share with her best friend. Since she had
taken the virginity of Lyza's first boyfriend when they
were teenagers as well, she felt it was better if Lyza
not know all the sleazy things Galina had done behind
her back.
//Then again,// Galina rationalized, //it was better
for Ezra to fuck me than some total stranger; and
teaching Blain how to fuck did make him better for
Lyza...//
"Well, it's not getting any warmer out here," Lyza said
finally, breaking Galina's train of thought, "so I'm
going back to the ship. You coming?"
"No," Galina said, taking a pair of sunglasses out of
her coat pocket and putting them on; "I think I'll..."
"...go look for some cheap dive full of horny men?"
"Something like that."
"Well, knock yourself out," Lyza said, turning to go.
Galina really wasn't sure quite what her plan would be,
though, now that she was there by herself. Lyza would
be comfortable enough relaxing back on the
"Springbok"--the surplus scoutship Galina had been
given upon retirement--but Galina wasn't really sure
what would be the best place to look for sex on this
planet without getting mugged or raped. In the
meantime, she figured it wouldn't hurt to get out of
the weather for a bit, so she entered the nearest
public passenger terminal to warm up. Befitting a poor
planet without much commerce, the terminal was run-down
and drafty, with no one on hand except a seedy old
ticket agent and a drunk passed out near the
lavatories. Gamely, though, Galina walked across the
marble floor--her spike heels echoing in the empty
building--until she found a heater grate to stand by.
Since it was near the holomural listing arrivals and
departures, she pretended to study that while the hot
air warmed her legs.
//I must be getting old,// she thought, feeling the
straps digging into her toes and ankles as her feet
warmed up; //I don't remember these sandals ever
feeling so tight...//
Just then, however, she caught the sound of someone
approaching, and she lifted her head as the person
stopped before the holodisplay. Casting a sidelong
glance through her sunglasses, she noted that it was-
of all things--a fairly-normal looking man. But then,
as she looked closer, she saw it wasn't just an
ordinary-looking man, but an extraordinary-looking man;
rakishly-dressed in a tailored black bomber jacket and
red bodysleeve, he looked a character straight out of a
holovid movie--boyishly-handsome, with deep brown eyes
and wavy black hair.
"Excuse me, ma'am--" he said, and Galina started.
"What--?"
"I'm sorry," he said; "did I startle you?"
"Uh...no," Galina lied; "you were saying?"
"Oh, I was just wondering if you had any idea when the
next ship might be leaving for Bellamar."
"Bellamar? You mean the resort planet?"
"Well," the man said, with a toothy smile, "it's not
all resorts. I live there--and I'm trying to get
back."
"Oh," Galina said, turning to look at the board through
her shades; "well, it doesn't look like there's
anything soon."
"Yes, I rather suspected that. It's just that, you
see, Mother will be so upset if I'm not there for the
next shareholder's meeting."
"Shareholder's meeting?"
"Well, I'm just a junior vice president," the man said,
humbly, "I guess it's not really critical that I be
there; but Mother did loan me her yacht, and now I'm
stuck here..."
Turning back to the stranger, Galina finally realized
it was kind of hard to get a really good look at him
through her sunglasses and took them off. Mainly, this
confirmed her first impression that he was a fine-
looking lad--maybe 25 if looks accounted for much;
further, she had a sense that she had seen his face
somewhere before, although she couldn't quite place it.
"Well, it just so happens," she said, "I have a ship."
"Oh, no--I couldn't impose."
"Oh, it's not like I have a schedule or anything,"
Galina said, casually throwing back her coat to rest
her hands on her hips, and letting one long leg jab out
provocatively. "Maybe I could even take a look at your
ship; I'm pretty good with machines..."
The man looked skeptical, raising an eyebrow.
"I used to be a scout," Galina explained; "I've had a
lot of experience."
"My God," the man said; "I thought you were some kind
of actress or something!"
"Oh," Galina blushed, "shucks."
"No really--you are gorgeous!"
A long silent moment followed, as Galina lowered her
eyes (to the stranger's crotch), and the man lowered
his eyes to the cleavage of her breasts, still quite
full and firm despite her age.
"I really could look at your ship," Galina said
finally, lifting her eyes.
"And I could fuck you," the stranger said, in a sudden
whisper, "six ways from Sunday."
"Or that."
* * *
Following the stranger out to the street to hail a
robot hovercab, Galina could feel herself going wet
between her legs even as a strong wind blew up around
the both of them. She felt like a silly fuck-happy
teenager all over again, and it didn't help that
this person--whoever he was--had the tightest ass she'd
ever seen.
And it wasn't like he wasted any time in the cab,
either; no sooner had he told the robot driver their
destination (the luxury docks several minutes from the
main port), and paid for the trip with his personcard,
than he was sliding up next to Galina and wrapping his
arms around her, cupping her 38C breasts through her
dress. Before she knew it, he had peeled back the
fabric to reveal her twin lovelies, and Galina's gasped
as he bent down to take one plump pink nipple in his
mouth.
"Uh--pardon me for asking," Galina said, feeling him
start to suck on her tit, "but WHO are you?"
"Oh, sorry," the man said, rolling her other nipple
around beneath his fingers; "name's Peter. Peter Cox."
"OF THE COX COMBINE--?!"
"Hey, Baby," Peter said softly, "not so loud!"
//Of course--// Galina thought, with sudden excitement
//--that's where I've seen him!//
As heir to one of the largest fortunes in the galaxy,
Peter Cox had shown up in the newsvids once or twice-
most recently mentioned in passing when the news caught
wind of his widowed mother having two babies out of
wedlock in 1124.
"The Cox Combine..." Galina gawked; "that's worth
trillions of credits...!"
"Well, let's talk about that later..." Peter said,
tucking one hand down between her thighs, and finding
her panties sopping wet. "By the way, who are YOU?"
"Uh...Galina..." Galina said, feeling his fingers find
her clitoris underneath her panties; "--Galina
Barding!"
It occurred to Galina, of course, that 'Peter' might be
outright lying about his identity--indeed it was far
more likely than not. However, he had a smooth, sexy
manner, and Galina was willing to play along for the
moment. Putting another thought aside (that she ought
to call Lyza sometime, and tell her where she was)
Galina felt Peter's growing cock through the material
of his bodysleeve, and freed it through the seam in the
crotch.
Unbelievably, the cock was just as impressive as Peter
himself--a rock-hard slab of man-meat easily 18
centimeters long and a good 5 centimeters around,
studded with veins and partnered with two of the
biggest balls Galina had ever seen; further, judging by
the pre-cum starting to ooze from the broad helmet of
Peter's cock, Galina could see it was just as happy to
see her as she was to see it. Thus, she quicky
squirmed around in Peter's arms until she could get her
mouth near his groin, and happily proceeded to suck
his beet-red boner.
Not surprisingly--hard as he was--Peter didn't last for
long. Oozing still more pre-cum on her tongue, the
cock seemed to swell even larger inside Galina's mouth,
and she was gratified to hear Peter moan as she nursed
on his member. To his credit, Peter held off for
nearly a minute, but the sheer pleasure was ultimately
more than he could take; still inside her mouth, he
squirted a thick rope of hot and salty sperm across her
tongue, then shot still more as she gamely tried to
gulp it down. There was too much to swallow, though,
as it kept pouring forth in gushing torrents, and
Galina finally was forced to lift her head and gasp
for air.
"Damn, you're sexy," Peter said, kissing her even as
his own cum drooled from the corners of her lips.
"Think you have any left?" Galina asked, politely
wiping his cum off both their faces.
"Oh, I've got plenty left in the tank," Peter promised.
He then pushed Galina back on the seat, pulled her
panties down off her hips, and startled her by leaning
in close to inspect her pussy. Since it was cleanly-
shaven and quite wet, she had a feeling he would like
what he saw.
"You're pussy's pretty," Peter said, fondling her
fleshy labia.
"Oh--thanks..." Galina said, trying to get comfortable
as he then proceeded to spread her legs and lower his
lips to her pussy. Soon he was eating her with
youthful exuberance--flicking his tongue across her
clitoris, sucking at her labia, and even rubbing
his whole face against her slippery vulva; for Galina,
with one leg bent around beneath herself awkwardly, and
the other lifted up on the back of the seat, it was
quickly more than she could take. Feeling her inside
muscles tremble, she lifted her foot to wrap the spike
heel around a pipe projecting from the side wall of the
cab, then kicked against the pipe with desperate fury
as she came,
hard.
"Oh--fuck! Fuck--!!!"
"Passengers," the robot driver said, "please restrain
yourselves."
"Oh, sorry," Galina said, panting; "are we there yet?"
"No, ma'am; ETA is four minutes."
Galina glanced up at Peter, who grinned.
"No..." she said.
But Peter had clearly regained his stamina, and
Galina's eyes went wide as she saw him nestle between
her legs, guiding his now-resurgent cock up to the
mouth of her pussy.
"Wait--!" Galina said, fumbling in her pocket, "let me
get some protection..."
"Don't you have an implant?" Peter asked.
Galina blushed again, genuinely embarrassed.
"No," she said, pulling out a contraceptive patch; "I
used to, but my doctor said the hormones were too
strong at my age."
As it happened, Galina's doctor was Lyza, and Galina
trusted Lyza in such matters implicitly.
"Well, don't worry about that," Peter said, gently
taking the patch and putting it back in her coat
pocket. "I have a male implant."
"Oh," Galina said; "you do...?"
Peter nodded as Galina relaxed slightly, then quickly
picked up where he'd left off, nestling his swollen red
cockhead down between Galina's labia, and pushing
inside her with a single determined thrust.
"Unph!"
Galina was startled--all of a sudden, Peter was up to
his balls inside her, splitting open the creamy
tightness of her cunt, and she looked at him with awe
and wonder as his penis now throbbed deep inside her.
Still, she couldn't blame him for making this quick
with their destination just minutes away; showing her
acceptance, then, she cradled him gently in her inside
muscles--still tight after more than half a century-
and she swore she could feel every centimeter of his
pulsing manhood, lodged deep inside herself.
But Peter did not remain still; slowly, he started to
move inside her--a few centimeters in, a few
centimeters out. That alone was nice, but Galina
quickly realized that Peter was a lot more experienced
than she expected; grinding her clitoris between their
pubic bones, he started to hump her properly--slow
thrusts at first, then faster and faster--and the
stimulation soon had Galina trembling on the edge of a
climax. Between the pressure on her clitoris, and his
fuck-pole stirring up the juices in her creamy-tight
hole--Galina came suddenly hard, and she whimpered in
disbelief.
"Oh, fuck--!"
//What a stud...!// Galina reeled, feeling her pussy
muscles flex and clench; //I wonder if he'd like a new
girlfriend...?//
Since she was probably more than twice his age, Galina
guessed the answer to that would be 'no'; but even so,
Peter soon had her cumming all over again, and she
wrapped her legs around him tightly as she felt her
inside muscles tense. Reflexively, Peter started to
grind her even deeper, and her juices virtually
exploded from her hole as she climaxed a second time.
"Oh, you're making me cum...!" Galina cried, looking up
at Peter helplessly.
"I'm glad," Peter said, slowing down slightly to give
her a break, then picking up the pace again with some
smooth, hard fucking. "With a pussy that tight, I'm
guessing you haven't had kids."
"Actually, that's not true, exactly..."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I did get pregnant with sextuplets 35 years
ago--but I gave all those babies up to a gene vendor.
And I also got pregnant by my robot during the war..."
"By your robot?" Peter said--pausing just a moment in
his thrusting...
"It's a long story."
"Oh," Peter said, resuming his pumping. Deep and hard,
he was now slamming into her--his penis slurping in the
juices of her baby-hole--and that fierce fucking
certainly made it difficult for Galina to remember what
she was saying; between that fucking, and his heavy-
hanging balls smacking her ass with every thrust, it
was several long seconds before she could bring herself
to speak again.
"Well, anyway..." Galina said, "I've never actually
given birth. I guess I've actually gotten pregnant a
lot--come to think of it--but I've lost most of the
babies before I could have them..."
Whether it was that little tidbit that sparked it--or
the slam-fuck Peter was aiming into her pussy--Galina
suddenly felt him grow even bigger inside her. At any
rate, he was clearly close to cumming, and Galina was
now actually looking forward to having him unload
inside her.
"That's so sad," Peter said, dropping down onto his
elbows to kiss her, and slowing the pace of their fuck
to a grinding crawl; "you've been getting pregnant all
your life, but you've never had a baby?"
Galina smiled, feeling a bittersweet tinge of sadness
in her heart. Now on the outskirts of menopause,
Galina had gotten used to the fact that she would
probably never be a mother, but she still couldn't help
but wonder sometimes...what if she had raised one of
those babies she'd conceived herself?
//Yeah, out of wedlock, with all my relatives halfway
across the galaxy. Yeah, I'd have been classic space
trash all right...//
"It's all right," Galina said, squeezing him between
her legs; "just fuck me now."
Peter nodded, and finally the dam burst open; he gave
her just a few more thrusts--smacking in her wetness-
then pushed in deep and hard as a second load of sperm,
even larger than the first, erupted inside her belly.
Peter stiffened, straining to fill Galina with his
seed, and Galina suddenly came herself for a third
time, clutching the pulsing penis and milking it, even
as stream after stream of the young man's semen sprayed
into her womb. It almost hurt--she could feel his
cock-head pushing into her cervix--but the pain was
more than overridden by a wave of pure pleasure,
spreading outward from her belly, washing through her
hips and finally running down her legs.
And again, for a second time, there was awkward silence
between them. Only then, lying there as she was on the
backseat of a robot taxi, with an almost-complete
stranger up to his nuts inside her and her thighs
soaked with the surging overflow of their union, did
Galina start to wonder again who Peter really was.
Dashing and handsome as he was, it was infinitely more
probably that he was just a common con artist looking
to steal her personcard and credits the moment they
touched down. In the back of her mind, of course, she
had never really doubted that--she had been too long in
the Frontier not to be used to criminal scum--but
it would be a pity, now, if she had to plug him with
the 10mm snub pistol she kept in her inside breast coat
pocket.
"Passengers," the driver announced, "we have arrived."
So the moment of truth had arrived as well. Warily,
Galina let Peter pull out of her--his cock slipping out
of her hole with a loud 'slurp'--then let him precede
her out of the side passenger door. Since he hadn't
actually taken off his bodysleeve yet, it wasn't much
of a job for him to make himself respectable (by
tucking away his cock), but Galina had a little more
business to attend to, pocketing her panties and
straightening her dress. Still, she eyed Peter warily
as she finally emerged from the cab beside him, fully
expecting an ambush at the very least...
But an ambush was not forthcoming. Not only were they
indeed at the main gate of the Dubbity Luxury Docks,
but a neatly-attired manservant was waiting nearby for
Peter.
"Did you have any success, Master Cox?"
"No, Jeeves," Peter said, "but this charming...
er...lady believes she might be able to help us with
our hyperdrive."
"Oh, splendid. Shall I be preparing dinner for two
then?"
"Certainly, Jeeves. Galina--after you."
"No," Galina said, still wary, "after you."
Peter shrugged, accepting Galina's deferral and
following behind Jeeves. Soon they were entering the
dock facility proper, and Galina was frankly startled
to see how every human inside--from maintenance workers
to dock administrators--greeted Peter with warm
enthusiasm. Of course--with the planetary labor
shortage-there were a lot more anthropomorphic robots
there than human beings, but even so, Galina was slowly
beginning to entertain the suspicion that Peter might
actually be who he said he was...
"Well, there's the ship," Peter said finally; "what do
you think?"
The ship, as it were, was probably the finest-looking
light starship Galina had ever seen--a streamlined
teardrop form of gleaming red (like Peter's
bodysleeve), that looked fast even standing still.
Probably displacing a good 500 tons, it was easily four
times the size of her rustbucket "Springbok".
"Amazing. And that's really your ship?"
"Didn't believe me, did you?"
Again, Galina blushed.
"Come on," Peter said, following behind Jeeves again as
the servant opened the side airlock. "The sooner you
look at the engine, the sooner we can fuck some more."
* * *
Much like the docks outside, the yacht 'Dawn Dancer'
was mostly staffed by robots--steward models in the
ship's case, capable of looking after the needs of any
guest on board, and also helping a single crewman
(evidently Jeeves) to handle the ship in space.
But the robots were evidently a lot more capable of
keeping the ship superficially beautiful than knowing
how to solve any serious engineering problems. To be
sure, the interior of the ship was stunning--just off
the main airlock, a grand ballroom stood decorated with
every conceivable gemstone and precious metal
imaginable, and the open doors of staterooms revealed
interiors the size of small shuttlecraft. Before she
could gawk too much, though, Galina forced herself to
ask Peter where the engine room was so she could get to
work.
"You know," Galina admitted, looking up at the three-
meter tall hyperdrive housing from the forward hatch of
the engine room, "a real mechanic might do a better
job..."
"We tried calling a real mechanic," Peter said, "but
the wait is three days--and as you know, I don't have
three days."
"Well, all right; let's see what we can do, then..."
Like most engine rooms, this engine room was dirtier
than the rest of the ship surrounding it; even in the
year 1128, moving parts needed to be lubricated, and
machine lubricants attracted dust and dirt. Thus-
after asking Peter a few diagnostic questions--Galina
stunned Peter by stripping off her coat and climbing
right up onto the hyperdrive by way of an access
ladder, wearing just her short dress and sandals.
"I could get you some overalls..." Peter offered.
"Whoops--too late for that," Galina admitted, glancing
down at herself for a moment, then carrying on with her
investigation. Bending over the top of the ladder as
she was, she was sure she was giving Peter a fine look
at her naked--and still wet--pussy, but she tried to
focus on the task at hand for the time being.
"Well, here's the problem," Galina said a few seconds
later; "some idiot left the ignition cables for the
jump governor loose..."
She regretted it almost as soon as she said it; the
only people on the ship were Jeeves and Peter--and that
narrowed down the range of possible 'idiots' to the two
of them.
"Sorry," Galina said sheepishly, turning around on the
ladder to apologize; "force of habit."
"Can you fix it?" Peter called up to her, apparently
ignoring the potential insult.
"Oh, no problem," Galina answered, putting the cables
back in place and checking the power flow with a
diagnostic sensor. Presently, though, Galina felt
Peter's hands on the backs of her thighs, and she
smiled to herself as his hands ran first down the
backs of her calves to her ankles--still tightly-bound
in her ankle straps--and then back up again, to just
below her buttocks.
"It's all fixed," Galina said, climbing back down the
ladder and into Peter's arms. "You can go anywhere you
want now."
"Thank you," Peter purred in Galina's ear, "but the
only place I want to go is back inside that sweet pussy
of yours..."
"Easy there, Peter," Galina said, noting the grease on
her hands and forearms; "I'll get you dirty..."
Peter didn't seem to be too worried about that, though,
as Galina soon discovered. Spinning her around, he sat
her down on the shelf-like top of a hip-high console-
then whipped out his boner and proceeded to fuck her a
second time. Although she tried not to touch him-
clutching the sides of the console instead as he
slammed his cock into her juicy hole--she finally had
to just to keep from falling off the console.
"Well, there now, see?" Galina said, hanging onto the
lapels of his coat with both hands--and wrapping her
legs around his back, "I've got your coat dirty."
But it was obvious Peter didn't care too much about
that; continuing to fuck her, he quickly picked up the
pace so that their congress echoed in the chamber, and
Galina felt herself starting to cream hard on Peter's
plunging invader.
SMACK-ACK!
SMACK-ACK!
SMACK-ACK!
SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-ACK!
"Oh, don't worry about the coat," Peter said, fast
approaching his climax; "I can always buy another
coat."
Whereupon, with obvious satisfaction, he drove one last
thrust up inside Galina, straining with the blissful
joy of his orgasm, and spackled her pussy with six
fresh jets of thick, hot cum. At least Galina swore
she felt that many blast away inside her, pulsing
through his cock as she held it tight in the grip of
her cunt.
"But speaking of remuneration," Peter said, reaching
into one of his coat pockets even as Galina reeled
dizzily before him, "I want to give you something for
your trouble; say, 10,000 credits?"
At which point Peter pulled out what looked like a
bankroll of hundred-credit notes--a small fortune and a
year's wages for any worker at the starport. Of
course, it was odd for someone so wealthy to carry cash
when a personcard was so much more convenient, but then
cash was still handy in some of the more primitive
parts of the Empire...
But suddenly Galina shook herself, embarrassed both by
the cash and the sensation of Peter's penis still
pulsing snug in her pussy.
"Well, that's a lot of money..." Galina said, trying to
handle the bankroll without getting it too dirty,
"...but I can't accept that. I mean, you've fucked the
hell out of me, and it's not like the repair was all
THAT hard..."
"Are you sure?" Peter said, reluctantly taking the
money back.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm actually pretty well
off myself, thanks to my Scout pension."
"Oh good," Peter said, and Galina was amused to feel
his penis leap inside her. Having never been filthy
rich, Galina could only suppose it was normal for
trillionaires to be aroused by any talk of money.
"Well," Peter said, giving Galina a few gentle thrusts
with his now-tender cock, then leaning in close to
nuzzle her neck, "you clean yourself up in the master
stateroom--that's right next to the grand ballroom-
then we'll have some brunch and fuck some more."
* * *
It was approximately eight hours later that the comm
panel buzzed on the bridge of the "Springbok", and
Lyza--by now fairly worried--answered it quickly.
"Where the hell have you been?" Lyza asked, noting the
frazzled and generally-thrashed look of Galina on the
comm panel viewscreen. "I was just about to call the
police!"
"Ac-shully," Galina said, seeming to note her own
alcoholic slur--and correcting it, "I'm on a yacht
called the "Dawn Dancer", over in the Luxury Docks."
"What the hell--?"
"Well, it's not really a big deal," Galina said-
pausing to giggle at something that was apparently
happening off screen--"Peter, quit it! Oh, sorry--I
was going to say, my host here is dying to meet you."
"Is he now?"
"Well, I told him how cute you were," Galina said, "and
that you hadn't been laid for the last five years..."
"Well, I never--!"
"Exactly. So, do you think you'd like to come over
here?"
Lyza fumed for a moment, but she really wasn't all that
upset. In her younger days, she was just as fuck-happy
as Galina, and this sounded like exactly the kind of
thing her daughter suggested she ought to do more
often...
"I'll think about it," Lyza said, switching off the
comm panel.
* * *
At first, Lyza was almost as skeptical about the offer
as Galina--suspecting this was just another one of the
elaborate gags the free-spirit Scout was so fond of-
but her doubts vanished just as quickly as Galina's
when Jeeves met her at the airlock of the "Dawn
Dancer", and escorted her inside a ship with fittings
the like she had never seen before. Although her
father (Baron Ellazar) had a yacht of his own, it was a
toy tugboat compared to this; further, since she had
not changed from her trousers and sweater, Lyza felt
distinctly embarrassed the moment Jeeves left her in
the ballroom to wait for Galina. One of the ship's
robots arrived shortly thereafter to ask if there was
anything she needed, but Lyza simply waved it off,
being much more interested in her lush and unlikely
surroundings, and how she would explain her appearance
if a smartly dressed lord or lady suddenly arrived
in the chamber.
//How in the hell did Galina get into a place like
this...?// Lyza thought, spinning around slowly on her
wedge-heeled sandals. //She must have given somebody
one hell of a hummer...//
"Ah, there she is," Galina said, and Lyza wheeled about
to find her friend...
...completely naked, except for a length of toilet
paper wrapped around her neck. Behind her, too, was
Peter Cox--who was also naked except for a g-string,
and holding a half-empty bottle of Belusian sparkling
wine. Far more startling than that, however, was the
very fact that Peter Cox was standing before her at
all; as Lyza well knew, he was the heir to one of the
largest fortunes in the entire Trailing Sector.
"Well, she is cute," Peter said, stumbling over to Lyza
and putting his arm around her. "Let's fuck."
"Isn't this a bit--sudden?" Lyza asked, instinctively
crossing her arms as Peter tried to lift up her
sweater.
"Oh, don't think about it so much," Galina said,
padding over next to Peter and Lyza. "Peter's got lots
of stamina, and it would be a shame to waste it."
For a long, agonizing moment, Lyza stood there hung on
the horns of a tremendous dilemma. Having grown up
around people of wealth and privilege, she knew quite
well that they were accustomed to getting their way;
thus--if she tried to make a scene or call the police-
she might well be the one ending up in jail herself.
But Lyza was much more concerned about propriety than
Galina, and she couldn't help but wonder what people
would say if they found out she was even here. Being a
fairly religious person as well, she believed that her
husband Ezra was still watching over in Heaven, and
would almost certainly be appalled...
However, as she came to think of it, her husband was
actually a huge admirer of the Cox family, and was
always telling Lyza how he wished he could get himself
invited into their circle of friends. He even said
he'd fuck that mean old bat Lady Cox, once, if it
would help...
//Oh, decisions, decisions...//
Something else made up Lyza's mind for her, though,
very suddenly. Before she could even react, Galina
zipped open Lyza's fly, dropped her trousers to her
knees and dove her hand inside Lyza's panties. Already
a little wet just from thinking about this bizarre
situation, Lyza gasped as Galina found her swollen
clitoris, and she tried to tuck her knees together--her
bare toes coming to point right at each other as she
twisted her feet in her sandals.
"Okay!" Lyza squeaked, "he can fuck me!"
* * *
And fuck her Peter did. Taking Lyza back to the master
bedroom (more than twice the size of a standard
shuttlecraft), Galina and Peter slowly stripped of her
clothes, then took turns sucking her ponderous, saggy
tits and playing with her pussy until she was a
bowl of jiggling and helpless pudding before them.
Down to her sandals (whose complex woven ankle straps
were too difficult for the inebriated Peter or Galina
to fathom), Lyza then felt Peter lift her chubby legs
up off the bed and rest her feet on his shoulders as he
finally tucked his cockhead into the curling lips
of her labia.
"Oh Ezra, forgive me--!" Lyza squealed, crossing
herself even as Peter thrust his cock inside her,
splitting open a pussy grown tight from years without
sex.
"Oh, she's wet," Peter told Galina--who had meanwhile
taken the opportunity to frig herself nearby; "and
she's tight. What a little cutie..."
"Hey--!" Lyza said to Peter--feeling quite embarrassed
as she was now bent over with Peter up to his plump-
and-heavy balls inside her, with his cockhead kissing
her womb--, "talk to me when you're fucking me!"
"Sorry," Peter said, leaning in closer to her--so that
her thighs were pushed back against her belly--and
starting to fuck her fast and furiously.
For Lyza--flat on her back with a trillionaire stud-boy
slam-fucking her cunt--it didn't take much to reach a
climax. Imagining what her children would think if
they could see her-panting and gasping as Peter pounded
her hole--was actually very arousing. But what was
even more arousing--in a weird and scary sort of way-
was the fact that she didn't actually have any kind
of birth control; like Galina, she was still having
periods, but it had been a long time since she'd had to
think about that...
"Uh, Peter...?"
"What, Baby Doll?"
"Uh--(unph!)--I know I should have--(unph!)--mentioned
this earlier, but--(oh, fuck--!)--I don't have any
birth control..."
"Oh, don't worry about that," Peter said, leaning in
even closer, and lifting one jiggly tit to suck on it.
"But, I could get pregnant...!"
If she had hopes of stopping him, Lyza was startled to
see she had quite the opposite effect. He actually
started fucking her faster, and deeper--so she could
actually feel him jabbing her cervix.
"Peter, please...!"
But then it was done; pushing in deep, Peter came with
sudden volcanic force, sending a powerful gush of sperm
thudding directly into the doctor's unprotected womb.
Lyza cried--she was sure she was fertile--but still he
kept fucking her, pumping another thick jet of semen
into her belly, then another, and another. Awash in
sperm now, Lyza visualized his powerful swimmers now
wriggling away inside her, even now hunting for her
helpless, undefended eggs...
"Actually, he's got a male implant," Galina said.
"You're fine."
"Oh. Sorry, Peter."
"It's okay," Peter said, letting down Lyza's legs, but
remaining deep and snug inside her; "not that I
wouldn't mind knocking you two up, but that would be
pretty irresponsible, don't you think?"
Lyza chuckled--weakly. For deep inside her, Peter's
cockhead pulsed again--squirting one last pulse of
semen into her belly--and she couldn't help but wonder
if she could trust the word of a drunken
trillionaire...
* * *
Before it left the next day--with Jeeves, a serviceable
pilot, at the helm--"Dawn Dancer" had seen its master
deposit no less than seven cum-loads inside Galina
Barding, and five inside Lyza Ellazar. As a doctor,
Lyza was stunned by his potency; since the volume of
his ejaculate never seemed to taper off, Lyza figured-
with the two bonus loads Galina had gotten earlier-
Peter must have poured at least 50 cubic centimeters of
sperm into herself and Galina. And indeed, Peter's big
round balls were quite warm when Lyza cradled them in
her hand during a goodbye blow-job, suggesting they
were working overtime to keep them soaked to the
gunnels with sperm.
It wasn't until two months later, though, that Lyza
realized precisely why Peter was so potent. The
implant he had was evidently not a contraceptive, but
rather a fertility enhancer; it was grossly
irresponsible for any man to use such a thing without
a doctor's supervision--since his super-abundant sperm
could actually induce any woman to ovulate, even with
protection, and even outside of her cycle. But somehow
he had gotten one, and--sure enough--both Galina and
Lyza were now pregnant with his babies.
"But that's impossible...!" Galina protested; "it must
be menopause drying up our periods..."
"The medscanner doesn't lie," Lyza said; "you and I ARE
both 10 weeks pregnant with twins."
"You mean you, or me...?"
"No, we're BOTH pregnant with twins, Galina. The
goddamned bastard knocked us both up with twins--and
we're damn lucky that was all he gave us!"
* * *
For Galina--piloting the "Springbok" back toward their
homeworld Krakatoa with a totally unexpected pair of
baby girls in her belly--her first thought was
abortion, but Lyza was absolutely opposed to that
option for her own babies. And though Lyza's
opinion struck Galina as irrational, it was
influential. She knew very well that these babies-
conceived though they were in a totally reprehensible
manner--might well be the last she could ever have. So
she decided to keep her babies as well, and together,
the two fuming women--their bellies already starting to
bulge--contacted their lawyers the moment they got
home.
Not surprisingly--given the fact that the Cox family
had a hundred thousand times more wealth than even
Lyza's family--it was a vain effort. It turned out
that Peter had had his testicles surgically altered so
that they created sperm with DNA completely distinct
from his own. Thus, the women (now 6 months along) had
their dual paternity suits thrown out, and their only
consolation was the knowledge that they personally had
enough money of their own to provide for the newborns
they would soon be saddled with.
"This makes me so...mad!" Galina swore after the
hearing, tottering on her platform sandals as her
babies kicked in her bulging tummy. "How can he get
away with this?"
"Power and privilege," Lyza sighed. "Oh well, at least
your pension will help--and the Scout Service medical
plan."
"That's not the point," Galina fumed; "that bastard
created four human lives--and completely ruined two
others--for what?"
"Well, I'm sorry to break this news flash to you," Lyza
said, clopping away from the courthouse in the same
sandals she'd worn the night she got pregnant, "but we
do live in an empire, not a democracy. The nobility
and wealthy can do as they please."
* * *
And so the case seemed to rest; although her
obstetrician advised her to relax (if only for the sake
of her babies), Galina continued to fume and vent at
regular intervals right up until she was nine months
along. Although she never seemed quite as huge as
Lyza (who looked even larger because of her small
frame), Galina was still quite large by then--and
thoroughly exhausted.
Amazingly, there were a few odd men around who actually
liked Galina's big pregnant belly, and she let one of
them (a teenage boy named Roger, who was in charge of
the robots who tended the grounds around her house)
plow her from behind when she was 36 weeks along. By
then, though, her bulging stomach was hanging down to
the bed between her thighs when Roger fucked her, and
the fuck wasn't really all that pleasant; between the
kicking of her babies (who didn't seem to like Roger
slamming his hips into her buttocks), and the tightness
of her spike-heeled sandals (whose straps were way too
tight around her swollen ankles) it was mainly an
exercise in self-humiliation. Not seeming to realize
how uncomfortable she was, Roger pounded her for more
than half an hour before he finally left his youthful
spunk in her hole, and afterward Galina was sore for
days.
Thus, Galina was forced to lay off sex during her last
month, and that just added to her unhappiness. Between
the pain in her back from the weight of the babies, the
girls' constant kicking, her endless need to pee, and
her generally bad attitude--Galina was not much fun at
all to be around as she ballooned to a weight of 82
kilograms (from a normal 65). She was even vaguely
resentful that Lyza--who was bearing the same torment
much more calmly--weighed the same 82 kilograms (from a
normal 60) when she went into labor at 40 weeks, just
two hours after Galina did. On Lyza's smaller frame,
her belly looked even larger--especially so since she
carried her babies lower than Galina--and Galina didn't
see how she could stand it. Even with the help of the
Krakatoa Zero-G Birthing Center, Galina struggled
through twelve hours of labor before she finally pushed
out her daughters, fully six hours after Lyza brought
forth her daughter and her son.
Later, though, Galina would come to regret being so
emotional during her pregnancy; for--although her
babies were fairly healthy at 3 kilograms each, they
were not nearly so plump and vital as Lyza's pair (whom
she named Dagbar and Della), each weighing a plump 4
kilograms at birth. Lyza attributed this to her much
more positive attitude and advised Galina to lighten
up--perhaps becoming a Christian like herself.
"Only if I can get God to kill that bastard," Galina
muttered--but inside, she couldn't help but love her
babies now that she had them. Now grateful for her
generous pension, she bought enough robots to help her
take care of the girls (whom she named Yudith and
Savra), although--with her breasts now heavy with
milk--she took the opportunity to feed both girls
herself. Thus, finally settling into the routines of
motherhood, Galina was pleasantly surprised to realize
that few people--including Lyza's grown children--were
especially scandalized by the mysterious pregnancies of
herself and Lyza. Indeed, Lyza's grown daughter
Raphaela loved playing with her little brother and
sister, and only Lyza's nastiest neighbors suggested
that she had brought shame to the Ellazar name. Of
course, Galina was a lot more used to that kind of talk
from her neighbors--even without her babies.
And yet the basic question of "why" never left Galina's
mind. Even as her babies started to crawl on their
own, say their first words and walk upright (all of
which she was immensely proud of) Galina continued to
wonder why a multi-trillionaire would do such an
obscene thing to a pair of total strangers. Digging
into her savings, then, Galina hired a couple of old
friends to find out the truth...
* * *
Clovis Arbuckle and Kayvee-88 were rarities in the
empire--self-aware and fully autonomous androids;
further, both of them were friends of Galina from her
Scout days and now were running their own private
investigator's service out of Krakatoa Starport.
Through some shady dealing, they had managed to conceal
their identity as androids from the government (which
would have insisted on having them registered as such),
and now were doing quite well for themselves--when they
weren't busy fucking each other silly with the
superhuman stamina given them by their creators.
As it happened, Clovis had spent most of his life
serving as the surrogate son of his inventor, the
famous inventor Milton Arbuckle, who had died without
publicly revealing Clovis' true nature. Galina and a
few select people in the Scout Service knew, but the
general public did not; thus, Galina believed it should
be possible for Clovis to pass himself off as the
handsome--but penniless--son of his famous creator, and
thus gain access to the rarefied social air where the
Cox family circulated.
"Let me get this straight," Clovis said, meeting Galina
at her house; "you want me to infiltrate the Cox
family?"
"Well, they should still think you're Milton's son,
right? And Milton was one of their peers."
"That's true," Clovis mused; "but it will be tricky.
It'll take a while to gain their trust, maybe years..."
"I can wait."
"And I'll need to keep paying the bills while I'm doing
this..."
"I've got plenty of money," Galina assured him. "Need
anything else?"
Of course, Galina knew what he wanted--she could see
the boner rising in his trousers as he glanced at her
long (if now somewhat chunky) legs, propped up on her
high heels. His concern seemed to be Galina's
daughters, who were rambling around the house pretty
freely, under the loose supervision of a nannybot.
"Oh, I know what you want," Galina whispered. She then
turned to the nannybot, and asked the robot to keep a
close eye on the kids while she and Clovis retired to
her bedroom.
"Oh, that's it--!" Galina was soon screaming, her feet
up over her head as Clovis pounded her like a
piledriver; "fuck me harder...!"
"You just like bossing robots around, don't you?"
"It's--(ungph!)--nothing personal...!"
* * *
Clovis' main defect was a deep torpor he usually fell
into after sex; thus--after taking a nice healthy load
of Clovis' simulated spunk up her cunt--Galina was
obliged to lie there and watch him sleep for several
hours, until he regained his senses.
"Rebooted yet?" Galina kidded him.
"Something like that," he said, gathering his clothes
and kissing her. "I'll be in touch."
True to his word, Clovis did check in periodically in
the months to come, but he and Kayvee didn't really
uncover the full magnitude of what was happening with
Peter Cox until nearly two years later. One thing
Galina had learned herself was that Peter was
implicated in the unplanned pregnancies of several
notable celebrities (curiously, all older ladies in
their 50's and 60's), but all of the cases had either
been dropped or settled out of court. Mad as those
cases made Galina (again), she did not realize they
were part of a larger phenomenon--an epidemic of
pregnancies among older ladies of high social
standing--until she finally received the full report of
the androids in 1130.
Between Clovis (who posed as the sort of affable
freeloader common among the super-rich) and Kayvee (who
worked as a pilot for the fleet of Cox shuttlecraft),
they pieced together the outlines of an amazing game
being played between Cox and five of his ultra-
wealthy childhood friends. Just a few years earlier,
Cox had gotten his hands on an extremely powerful male
potency enhancer--legally obtainable only with a
doctor's supervision, but easy enough for Cox to obtain
illegally--and experienced an unexpected rush the first
time he tried it out, 'accidentally' impregnating
his mother's horny 64-year old maid Devilla (with
triplets) when he was just 19, in 1121.
Of course, it wasn't hard for Devilla (summarily fired
by Peter's mother) to prove Peter was the father thanks
to her babies' DNA-and collect a substantial paternity
award--but he nevertheless shared the thrill of his
bizarre conquest with his friends, who soon figured out
how to share the fun (knocking up older--and supposedly
protected--women) with none of the risk. A simple
surgical procedure would allow them to make sperm that
could not be traced back to them genetically, so--armed
with their own potency-enhancing implants--Peter's
friends were soon laying waste to the honor of their
families' retainers and female servants as well; though
it startled the young men at first, few of their
targets--most already grandmothers, with grandchildren
not much older than their own unexpected babies--could
bring themselves to have abortions.
Inevitably, though, the boys wanted more stimulation,
and they finally contrived to make a game of their
cruel sport; Peter and his friends would compete to see
who could impregnate the largest number of older women
(age 50+) every year--with a very special annual prize
for the man who tallied the most live births. And
being rich, they didn't just rely on their innate
charm; to a man, each player soon had a state-of-the-
art (and highly illegal) psi wave generator installed
in his head, capable of breaking down the resistance of
any unshielded mind.
Thus armed, it was surprisingly easy for the young men
to go on a rampage of propagation that destroyed entire
families and left their family lawyers hard pressed to
cope. Peter himself had fathered no less than 75
babies (ages newborn to 6) by the time he claimed the
wombs of Galina and Lyza in 1128, and would father
another 55 before his rather painful end two years
later...
Before that gruesome end, though, Peter wreaked havoc
on the upper crust of high society widows and matrons
(plus numerous other incidental targets); as with the
older family servants, most of these older women were
already grandmothers or great-grandmothers and--shocked
as they were to find themselves swelling up plump
with unexpected babies--most of them were far too
maternal by nature to have abortions. Thus, Peter soon
had triplets growing in the belly of Lady Bella Balfour
(the popular 55-year old governor of New Bimini, with
six grown children already) in 1123, and knocked up all
four women in her cabinet (average age 56) with 11 more
babies while he was at it.
In subsequent years, he would go on to impregnate the
56-year old fleet admirals of Aladar and Suman
Subsectors in 1124 and 1125 (with twins and triplets,
respectively); then in 1126, he impregnated all six
women on the Galactic Lit faculty of Starvale
University (average age 61) with 17 babies. Still he
was not sated, though, and--as if to cap it all--Peter
went on to father triplets by the 50-year old wife of
the prime minister (in 1127), twins by the Imperial
Minister of Justice (Lady Elsapeth Danelaw, age 74) in
1128, and triplets by Lady Danelaw's oldest daughter
(Lady Gavril of Morioka, age 51) in 1129. Not
surprisingly, those very proper ladies (and their
husbands) were outraged, and those particular conquests
would soon prove costly to the Baby Game.
As it happened, the annual prize for the gentleman with
the most babies fathered (with partial credit
apparently awarded for the myriad younger women also
knocked up in the crossfire) was almost inconceivable-
that young man would fuck and impregnate the mother
of the second-place winner for the year, and also
impregnate the youngest (fertile) female relative of
the last-place player. Not surprisingly, then, the
competition was furious; by the fifth year of the
contest, Peter's own mother (the 68-year old Cox
matriarch Azama) had twice watched in disbelief as her
belly swelled with babies fathered by Peter's friends-
including two sons born in 1124 and a son and daughter
born almost exactly one year after Galina's and Lyza's
in 1129. In return, Peter had put a baby boy of his
own in the belly of his half-brothers' sickly and
widowed grandmother (Lady Ravinder Kardev, age 79) in
1125, then went on to give the bewildered woman another
son in 1126 and two daughters in 1127 before her aging
womb finally refused to bear any more fruit. Sadly,
Lady Ravinder (who was much-loved by all the nobility)
died not long after that from sheer exhaustion--though
it certainly didn't help Ravinder's heart much to see
her 16-year old granddaughter Indira conceive a
daughter of her own by Peter in 1128, which was her
brother's penalty for finally being the loser of the
contest that year.
But by then the Imperial authorities had finally had
enough, though, and--over the vehement protests of
their families--all five of the gamers except Peter
were arrested, chemically castrated and subjected to
mind-adjustment therapy. Even as the game was clearly
over, though, Peter continued on his escapades
throughout the Trailing Frontier--actually managing to
impregnate the entire command crew of the hapless
starliner "Song of Sirius", and also giving the
emperor's 75-year old sister (the notoriously addle-
pated Grand Duchess Severina) a pair of very
embarrassing bouncing baby boys before he made his
ultimate mistake. Somewhere near Starkhammer, in 1130,
Peter slipped his meat to the infamous pirate Rona
Sterger (age 55)--who responded to the unwelcome news
that she was now carrying quintuplets by personally
hunting down Peter and--prior to killing him--slowly
castrating him with a dull knife.
Indeed, Clovis told Galina that the process reputedly
took several hours--which Galina found only appropriate
since that would have given Peter plenty of time to
reflect on the errors of his ways.
* * *
And thus a strange--but mostly-untold--saga ended for
its principal instigators in 1130. For Galina,
receiving this information well after the events had
unfolded, it was a strange and disturbing reminder that
the great Galactic Empire--which she had served without
much reservation for much of her life--was probably
well overdue for a catastrophic collapse, rotten as it
seemed to be to the core.
In the meantime, though, Galina raised her two
daughters into fine and respectable young ladies; both
were quite intelligent, and had no obvious trace of
their father's insidious cruelty in their manner.
Happily retired, then, and comfortably well off, Galina
would not give Peter another thought until nearly 15
years after her daughters were born.
Now 75--but still quite fit (and plenty horny, when she
had the opportunity)--Galina took her daughters to the
planet Bellamar for a vacation in 1143, and only then
recalled that Bellamar was the homeworld of the Cox
family. By then, Galina had explained the
circumstances of their birth to her daughters, but it
was a still a shock to come across a public memorial to
Peter Cox in a public square not far from the primary
starport.
"So that was our father?" Yudith asked.
"Yes," Galina said.
"So was he really as bad as people say?" Savra asked.
"Well," Galina said, after a very long pause, "he was
probably just like every other man is, deep down
inside. When you come right down to it, men aren't all
that terribly complicated."
"Yeah," Yudith noted, "Aunt Lyza said that, too."
Galina smiled.
"So, do you still hate him as much as Aunt Lyza says?"
"No," Galina said, finally turning away from the
memorial with her daughters, "I guess not..."
//I just wish I could have been the one to use that
knife on him...//
THE END
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a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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