"And then I made my third mistake. As I leaned back I knocked the remains of my coffee all over the floor. I leapt up and asked her for a cloth. I was... almost in tears. I couldn't bear for the moment to have been spoiled like that. She got a cloth and wiped it up herself, put the cloth and the cup in her sink, and went back and sat on the bed. I stood over her."I suppose you'd like me to go now," I said with a defeated tone.She looked up at me for what must have been a few seconds, but felt like. She was going to do much more than just rub cooling cream into Zofeya Caldwell’s beautifully formed bottom.Zofeya hugged Pauline once more, taking a big noseful of the older woman’s sweet perfume before answering.“Yes please, Auntie Pauline. My bottom really hurts this time – much more than the other times.” She released her hold on the seventy-year-old and flicked her long dark hair behind her right ear.Miss Manson smiled and walked to the door that led into her hallway.“Come on then, dear.. They’ve been holding position for the past twenty hours or so, waiting until every traitor has been found before they kill or capture all of them and continue on to Pygmaean space.”“I assume everything needs to be done according to your previous timetable?” Ercan asked, opening up a file the computer built into his desk.“That’s right. I don’t know the exact amount of ships that need refitting, though I do know that there will be nine ships that need an entirely new bridge constructed. Other. She sat up suddenly. ‘God, I’m sorry, I mean, I just thought…’ ‘Don’t worry,’ I answered. ‘I’m certainly not upset.’ A smile crossed her lips. ‘No?’ she asked. I shook my head. ‘Would you mind if I did it again?’ I wondered if perhaps she had drunk just a little too much, whether she really wanted to do anything. I know, I should have just gone right in there, but I think about these things. Probably explains why I don’t get laid so often. ‘Kimmy, are you really serious? Because I would worry.