A roll of cookie dough, also Ben’s, and a box of spaghetti noodles, theirs not his. Plus about seven VHS tapes. The tape at the top of the stack ca...ught his eye — ‘Nikki,’ written in black marker on a plain white label. It was porn, and not just any porn. It was Ben’s porn. ‘Charles, you cocksucker,’ Ben muttered under his breath. That rat bastard had intended to ‘borrow’ Ben’s porn for his road trip, and probably got away with a few tapes in the grocery sacks he didn’t forget. But hold on a. It was a small gun, but reliable with a good punch. Jimmy wasn't carrying; he left his .38 in the glove compartment.We were in a private dining room, one of several at Mazzoli's. It was nice, an Italian Gentleman's Club in Midtown Manhattan. As far as I knew I was the only female member, a fact that was not publicized and was a dubious honor at best. I was restricted from the Argentia Lounge, for example, because that was where the entertainment was. Never mind the fact that the girls working. The darksilent ship was a collection ship. Its main mission was to collect "If youhaven't guessed", minerals and elements from large asteroids in distantgalaxies. The ship was on its twenty third hundred year of its mission whenthe unthinkable happened. An un-calculated piece of space rock came hurtlingthrough the ships flight path. It was a small space rock "as space rocks go,"at around twenty two feet around its largest point. At the speed it wastraveling it tore a small hole in one of the. By the time Iwas done, I had used up my entire break, though of course, it had beenworth it. Unfortunately, I had to get back to work. It was also wellpast time to unlock the bathroom door. But just as I reached for thelock, I heard something completely unexpected. It was a moan, low andsensual, the same type that had crossed my lips not long before.With horror, I remembered that I had not even thought to check ifsomeone else had been in one of the stalls. There was another moan. Irealized that.