”“Morning, Buttercup,” a familiar voice (That’s not Frank!) said from the foot of the bed.“Um,” Béla mumbled, recognizing him. “Jake. Y...ou tie me up?”“Uh-huh,” Jake admitted. “I didn’t want you getting away in the middle of the night.”“You thought I’d leave?” Béla asked, surprised at the very idea that Jake might have abandonment issues.“Well, except for the sex,” Jake grinned, “last night was pretty much a disaster.”“You think so, huh?” Béla replied, smiling down her bare body at him. “I had a. I put on blush and used a red lipstick guaranteed not towear off (sure), and painted all my nails red.I pulled on a short black shag cut wig that wouldn't get in the way andtaped it to my scalp in the front. And for jewelry I just put somelarge hoops in my ear piercings.We'd agreed on what I would wear, so I slipped into a black satin brawith pockets for the silicone enhancers, and a pair of black satin hicut bikini's, with a black garter belt holding up sheer nude stockings.And with a pair of. I couldn’t see to the far wall, but I could tell it was a very large distance.“This entire section of the ship is designed to provide maintenance for the colony ship, as well as the landing craft. It has a large bay, with an airlock, that opens to space. It is completely robotic. The control center is on the far wall. We will have to jump across to the other side, without hitting anything in between,” Kostalonance told us.Maj. Wellert jumped first, then I followed. We set our suits to home in. What had happened?Running up the drive, I was just in time to see medics wheel out a stretcher, Harold Masterton wearing an oxygen mask. Following close behind, Betty emerged from the front door looking flustered and worried in a rumpled dress.“What happened?” I asked.“It’s Harold. He’s gone and had a heart attack, the idiot,” Betty answered, her eyes turned to watch her husband being lifted into the ambulance.“Can I help? Can I do anything?” I asked.Betty looked at me with a vacant.