“Hurry yer ass up, Red. We’re landin’ in less then 20.” “Comin’ sweet-ness!” The redhead slipped into her sandals and jumped out of her shared bunk. She glanced over her shoulder and put her finger over her lips, gesturing to the man beside her. “Just looking for my shoes.” The man, a young sandy blonde fellow, chuckled silently. Their captain met his bride on a moon in the corner of the ‘verse in a whore house, and fell hard. He had been looking for someone who could find him... read more
