He had put her into stasis acouple of weeks ago and had revived her only yesterday. Whatever it wasduring her last stasis confinement that he had chan...ged it seemed haddone the trick with her. Whatever it was about her that put him on edgejust wasn't there when he woke her for one final romp just before he puther aside until after they had grounded. He was thinking this time thatthere may not be any reason to redesign her after all, but with her notbeing where he expected her to be he was. " Anyone have any idea what 'Enterprise' is?" the captain asked.No one replied to this."Sir, it doesn't make sense," the first officer said. "I mean, a research vessel? With shielding capable of repelling an anti-matter torpedo?" Shields are not offensive weapons, First." True. But it does not make me comfortable to know that there is a ship out there that we have no weapon against," the first officer said."Sir, I don't think the alien ship has any weapons on board," the sensor operator. She also was becoming aware of a distinct bulge in Mister Gantner's lap. Was it possible that he was getting an erection from seeing her this way? The negro girl felt a tingle between her legs at the thought of this handsome white man being aroused by her.After about twenty minutes of friendly conversation, Mister Gantner sat up in the easy chair."Well, Myrna, I really enjoyed getting to know you a little better. I've got some work to discuss with your mother so I'm afraid we'll have to. She smiled up at him hopefully. He smiled back, appalled that she could live like this.“All this yours?” he asked, trying to be interested.“Well, no,” Sally admitted. “I rent this place from my bondsman – the furniture, too. He makes sure I have room and board. I owe him for that.”Barley understood only too well. This girl was a slave. She was owned. The surprising part was that she didn’t really fight it. She seemed to accept her lot in life. The reason for her Spartan existence was that she.