”“Six hundred a week?” I said, my voice breaking.“Seven-fifty actually, and if you do well, I’ll promiseyou a bonus at t...he end of August, say an extrathousand.” He licked his lips and said, “Stand up,please.”I stood and took a deep breath, tossing back my hairand doing some calculating. The dress I was wearing wasnew, short and bare backed, and it showed a lot of deepcleavage.He smiled and said, “Disrobe.”I blinked at him.“Take. One night I was sitting at the bar watching Bea's fine ass wiggle as she walked back and forth behind the bar when the back door opens and in walks a wet dream; long black hair, sparkling green eyes, and a body that most women would kill for. This vision walks to the end of the bar, sits down on the stool next to me, gives me a thousand-watt smile and says,"Hey sailor. Buy a girl a drink?"For a couple of seconds I just stared at her. I'm not a bad looking guy, but I've never been the sort that. "I could say the same about you!" I shot back, and then we broke intolaughter once more."Are you two ready?" came a voice from the door to the room we wereeating in. I looked up to find David in the doorway."I guess so," Josh replied and I nodded before starting to clean up."Great!" David exclaimed. "I think we almost have it. It shouldn't takeus more than another hour or two."That wasn't reassuring. But at least it was fun work.---"Good night, Sarah," Josh said as we exited the record studio. Sooner or later, you’re going to stick your head out of that compound you live in and Ship will snatch your ass. Of course, if she translates from out back – and she might well have to in order to get there in time – it’s going to make one hell of a boom. High up, it could just be distant thunder or a jet breaking the sound barrier, but how are we going to explain a ground level translation to the boring crew? Then again, they’ve probably already seen enough to make them wonder.His thoughts.