It is surreal. I expect to wake up at any moment now.He stops once the noise of the party fades away and pulls me into an alcove in the hall. He cradl...es my face in his hands, and I marvel at how soft his skin is.“You look well,” he says in a low voice. “I was worried for nothing, it seems.”I shake my head. “I don’t understand. I—I was just a servant, your Majesty. I abandoned my king. Why would you worry about me?”His brow furrows, little creases forming along his forehead. “Why would I not. We will work at that!Surely the best is if she is pregnant indeed, as most get extra horny from all the hormonal changes!She can make triple more money for us, as pretty preggos are very hard to come by at the slave marketOffer me some advise Seniora! How did you feel when pregnant with your two tasty cute beauties baby?Really I needed three times more orgasms each day compared to before, up until the last weeks of it!Professor Peter has Seniora coming fast and hard. I'm senior to you! jeopards. Not many people would do that. Keep him in bed and chicken soup with tea and lemon.” He picked up all of his stuff. And left and she gave me the first of the pills. I drifted off to sleep after a minute of taking the meds. I had some strange dreams. I was in my loose boxers on and a woman I didn’t recognize was in bed with me. There was enough light to see by do to a street lamp near the bedroom window. She was wearing a baby doll night gown that had ridden up to her waist. She was facing a. It was an illusion, of course, to imagine that she was truly free from Beatrice's attention or that of the accompanying fleet of invisible alien space craft that the Intrepid was unable to detect. She also had no ability to explain to darling Sheila Nkomo about the real hierarchy of command on the Intrepid. Not that Second Officer Nkomo was the kind of woman who was likely to believe her. There were few senior officers less disposed to apparently fanciful notions than the slim black woman.