"Oh very well." she said, as if suddenly annoyed. She put on a false aristocratic accent. "Enter good sir." She said dramatically.The wall vanished. I... stepped in.The room mirrored the opulence down in the drawing room. A red canopy bed occupied the entire room. Silks and other soft and feminine things were artfully arranged across the walls."My dear," I said, "Your chambers would say that you are a lady." I layered my voice with demonic influence.At my charmed statement, her face soured."Yes,. Mr. Walden liked this enhanced view. He felt a hard twitch in his groin and shuffled his feet trying to get some extra room for his constrained erection. Brandi noted the movement. She orbited the seated Mr. Walden, dragging her palm amorously around his neck and shoulders. Standing behind him, she reached around and undid his bowtie, pulling it out theatrically before unbuttoning his collar. She leaned in, squashing her boobs into the back of his neck and unzipped his crotch. That helped ease. "You could be one of them."Mary's face clouded over and she stared off in the distance, that 'thousand yard stare' common to combat veterans and Confederacy human citizens who are in communications with AI. She glared at me."You win." Humanity wins," I replied, "and hopefully the Confederacy wins as well. Who knows? If we humans delay the Sa'arm long enough, perhaps the Confederacy will learn to communicate with them. So, who are we rescuing? Why? I'm guessing some of them haven't had a CAP. "Look, Mary," he said, leaning against the desk, "you're not getting any raise. The station can't afford it. And we can't afford to give you a vacation. I'm sorry, but that's final."Mary began to sniffle as she looked up at him. "But, Mr. Grant, it's ONLY one week. Please?"The office was cramped, so cramped that there was hardly room to move. Sitting on the desk as Lou was, he was almost in Mary's lap as she sat back against the opposite wall. He could smell her flowery perfume, see the flush.