Message-ID: <723eli$9705081533@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/723> Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: jvstin@aol.com (Jvstin) Subject: Jvstin Story (new): Flashes of Light Part I Flashes of Light A Story by Jvstin Direct all comments to jvstin@admin.con2.com Freely distributable as long as credit is given Personal Log: Lt. Paul O'Brien Biologist, USS Darwin Today is my last day on board this fine science vessel that has been a home for the last year. I shall miss it. However, all things change, and so I must move on. I even have managed a plum change of assignment. The famous USS Enterprise. The very same Enterprise that recently defeated the latest attack by the Borg. Unfortunately, one of their casualties was one of their science officers. He was turned into a Borg, and was killed during an attempted takeover of the ship. My concern is that after the smallish intimacy of the Darwin, I will feel lost on literally the largest ship in the fleet. Time will tell. Lt. O'Brien touched the screen to save the log, and turned back to his bed for some badly needed sleep. The following "day", goodbye time had finally arrived. Since the Darwin had arrived on Starbase One, the crew easily could hold a party for their departing Biologist. It was a bittersweet affair, ended all too soon by the arrival of O'Brien's replacement, the half vulcan Dr. Jan Hook, and the departure of the Darwin for a mainly astrophysical mission to the Crab Nebula. The Lieutenant watched from a viewport on board the Starbase as the Darwin screamed into warp, and was gone. The Enterprise was due to arrive in Earth orbit in forty seven hours, so Paul had the chance to take leave on Earth, the world he was born on. This gave him the chance to visit his family as well as a visit to the Starbase Science Institute in New Atlanta, and the Pacific Ocean Whale Cloning Project. As usual, the Picard commanded Enterprise was almost perfectly punctual, arriving exactly two days after Paul had arrived on Earth. Instead of the usual transporting onto the ship, Lt. O'Brien elected to take a runabout from Earth up to the ship. This allowed him greater ease in carrying his personal belongings, as well as giving him a spectacular view of the Enterprise in the bargain. The runabout soon came to rest in Shuttle Bay Four. The new, larger, Enterprise, naturally, could contain this larger variety of shuttle usually limited to Deep Space stations and Starbases. As he is operations officer, it was natural for Lt. Commander Data to greet Paul as he disembarked the runabout into the hangar. "Lt. O'Brien? Welcome to the Enterprise. I am Lt. Commander Data." That little matter of the emotion chip even allowed Data to smile along with the greeting. "Sir. Thank you I am happy to be here." Paul's reply came, sounding a bit staid and formal. Data even called attention to it. "Such formality off duty is quite unnecessary, Lieutenant. I assure you." A security guard in the standard gold appeared. "I assume you would like to go to your new quarters? Your first duty shift, the Science division informs me, does not begin for seventy two hours, so that you can gain a basic familiarity with the ship. Good Day." With a nod, Data left the Shuttle Bay, tendering Paul to his escort. Lt. O'Brien resisted the temptation to dawdle or gawk as he was led to a turbolift, and up into the saucer section. And, finally, of course, to the quarters that were now his. As he was a Lieutenant, he did rate private quarters of his own, rather than the bunk like arrangements he endured during his time as an Ensign. Paul made a quick couple of trips back to the shuttle bay and back, gathering the remainder of his belongings. Although it could have waited, he felt getting everything in his room and getting partially settled was his first order of business. Once his print of Convex and Concave was hanging and many other personal touches were in place, Paul sighed and looked about the pair of rooms. Though he had no change in rank, going from the small Darwin to the huge Enterprise had managed to net him some more space. Lebensraum for placing more things, in the future. An hour later, after a short nap to recharge the wonder circuits as well as his body, Lt. O'Brien felt ready to tackle the Enterprise in all it's glory. The ubiquitous computer panels on the corridor walls provided him endless information on how to get from one place to another, as he headed toward his first destination, the Biology labs. Paul had decided to familiarize himself with where they were, his colleagues, and so forth, before he got to business. Even so, the size and technological sophistication of the labs startled him. "This is almost as large as all the science labs on Darwin put together!" He exclaimed to Commander Hudson, the head of the Biological Sciences Division. Hudson just smiled at Paul's amazement. "Yes, of course, the Enterprise is not primarily a science ship. We often have to take samples from planets with us. Thus we need greater facilities here onboard, whereas you are more used to long stays on planets, correct?" Paul nodded. "Well, then, let me show you your station and introduce you to the head of the microbiology section, Lt. Commander Terik. He will be your immediate superior. Also, especially since you deal with this sort of stuff, you'll get to know the medical officers, since there is sometimes cross fertilization between the two." Both men laughed at his joke. An hour later, after meeting many of the bio officers, including the quiet Vulcan Commander, and with a PADD detailing the projects the labs were walking on firmly under his arm, Paul felt ready to explore the more recreational areas of the huge ship. Ten forward can be an intimidating place for the first time, Lt. O'Brien thought, so he stopped off in his quarters to pick up some reading material. He dropped the Padd with the projects, and after a little vacillation, picked up one with lighter reading material. Well, comparatively lighter, anyway: Arthur Miller's The Crucible. Without needing to use the LCARS systems again, he made his way to Ten Forward. After all, the name of the bar told you where it was--deck ten, in the forward part of the saucer. Paul stepped into the room, his eyes looking around at all the crewmen and ship passengers, their drinks ranging from the mundane to the exotic, and of course, the spectacular view of space. He decided to have a drink of some kind, and, so, requested a root beer from the Deltan tending bar. He took the soda with him to a window table, and quietly began reading between sips. His little world was broken by the voice of the Ship Consuelor, Lt. Commander Deanna Troi. "May I join you, lieutenant?" She asked. Lt. O'Brien looked up, and quickly nodded. "Of course, Commander" he said, realizing who she was. "Ah . . . Data told me you sometimes tended to the formal. And here you are, in a place where people go to meet others, and you are reading. Sounds like you want people to see you, but you are unwilling to cast yourself fully out into the social milieu." "Is that pop psychology or your own personal opinion?" Paul said, with a trace of a smile. " A little of both, perhaps. What are you reading, anyway?" "A play . . . the Crucible, by Arthur Miller. Mid 20th century." Troi nodded thoughtfully. "So, how are you enjoying the Enterprise so far, Lieutenant?" "Fine . . . I have met most of the science officers I will be working with, and I hope I will fit in with them. My first duty shift does not start for a couple of days however." "Of course not." Troi replied. "Standard procedure." She smiled. "Good. You like plays, I see. Do you like Shakespeare?" Lt. O Brien beamed. "Yes, of course." "Good. Dr. Crusher's acting troupe is putting on a performance of Much Ado About Nothing, tomorrow at 20:00 hours. Deck 9 Section 2 is where the theater space is. Why not come by? It would give you a chance to meet your fellow crewmen in a relaxed setting without having this as a prop to keep you from doing it." She touched the PADD and smiled. Paul thought for a moment. Duty wasn't a problem, so why not? It would be fun, maybe. "All right, Consuelor. Thank You." He smiled as Troi stood and took his leave of him. After a few moments, Paul put away the PADD and finished his root beer, and headed back toward his quarters. Upon reaching his quarters, Lt. O Brien decided to continue his project of becoming used to being on the ship and his new post. He decided to use the extensive LCARS computer system to do this, in between occasionally unpacking and setting up another knick knack like his chessboard. By judicious use of the computer, he called up pictures and quick biographies of the major officers of the ship. No really personal information was available, as that would be an invasion of privacy, but he could get a better feel for whom he would be working for and with. He then looked at basic deck plans, noting where major areas of the ship were situated. After that, he then began to program the ship's computer to recognize some of his favorite dishes. Fortunately, he had the foresight to download the molecular formulas or recipes, from the Darwin, before leaving. Lt. O'Brien did not have them committed to perfect memory. Still, soon the Enterprise E gained the ability to create new foods, ranging from beefy nachos to clam chowder. He also tried to add a cola drink made with vanilla syrup into the computer, only to be informed by the computer that Vanilla Coke already existed. Intrigued, he ordered a glass, and one sip proved to him it was the same drink he had enjoyed for years. 'Wonder who added that into the computer?' Paul thought. It was not a common drink in the twenty fourth century, and thus not a standard beverage in the replicating files. Paul had discovered a taste for it while doing a little research on 20th century American culture, where he found the secret recipe for a soft drink called Coke, as well as mention of variations such as vanilla, and cherry. Apparently, someone else, sometime, had researched it as well. By this time, however, Lt. O Brien was sleepy from his moving onto the Enterprise, and so he went to bed, anxious what the new day would reveal to him about his new job, and yes, home. He slept soundly and long, secure in the knowledge he had no real engagements until the play that evening. So, he took advantage of the rare opportunity to "sleep in". After waking and dressing, he made a log entry detailing his welcome on board ship. Saving it, he then decided to visit other areas of the immense ship for most of the day. He took a walk in the arboretum, marveling at the sheer variety of plant life, both in terms of species variation and the number of planets they had been collected from. From the tall bamboo of Earth's Southeast Asia, to the dwarf flowers of a planet around Tau Ceti, it was a botanist's dream. The arboretum was large, and thus the plants could be arranged in several ways, including an area seemingly tailored made for romance, replete with flowers devoting passion and love on a double dozen worlds. Making a note to take possible future romantic liaisons here, Paul moved on to other areas of the ship. Although Warp Physics was not his field, he still wanted to see the heart of the ship. He took a detour back to his quarters first, however, to change into his uniform. Lt. O'Brien did not want to be mistaken for a lost civilian. After using the computer mapping system again, he soon stood at the threshold of the Engineering section. The h "She's a beauty, isn't she?" A voice emanated from behind him. Paul turned to face the smiling Chief Engineer of the Enterprise, Lt. Commander Geordi LaForge. "Yes, Sir. That she is. I had to come down here to see it." "I know what you mean, lieutenant...?" Paul filled the gap quickly. "O'Brien, sir. Lt. Paul O'Brien. I am in Biology." "Ahh." Geordi looked at him for a moment. "You would not happen to be related to a Miles O'Brien, would you, lieutenant? He was once Transporter Chief on the Enterprise D." "Umm...I do not believe so, sir." Geordi nodded and smiled. "So, would you like to get a better look at the Warp Core?" So, Paul wound up getting a tour of the Engineering department, cut short, much to the chagrin of Geordi and his rapt charge, by a minor problem that had come up with a power conduit. Commander LaForge reluctantly bid Paul adieu, and Lt. O Brien departed, deciding to head to the holodecks next. Holodecks, Paul had long decided, were one of the best inventions Starfleet had ever provided its ships. Before their arrival, crew and officers had to deal with waiting for the opportunity for shore leave, which made long voyages interminable. Oh, there are books and games and interactions with fellow crew members, both platonic and otherwise, but the idea of getting "off the ship", even if only in an imaginary way, is something most humans and other species want to do from time to time. And, furthermore, the planet that shore leave takes place on might be a inhospitable desert, or other clime most of the ship won't like. Thus enter the holodeck, allowing for imaginary visits to a New Orleans nightclub, to a moonlight lake on Betazed, to skiing on Mount Pelicon on Rigel. If you can describe it, you can go there. It is common, too, in the 24th century, for Starfleet officers to take their favorite programs with them from assignment to assignment, setting them up in the new ship or station's holodeck or holosuite. In an age where the average computer storage space could never be filled, it was very common to do this. Lt. O'Brien had his own set of favorite programs. Some of them were work oriented, including a particularly good one he developed to model organic molecules in a larger format. It was an improvement on the standard screens in the bio and medical labs, although he used it only for particularly tricky problems. Still, being able to see a 6' tall hologram of a protein made it easy to understand its function than a tiny PADD or console. He was not surprised to find no program similar to it already on the Enterprise, and he reminded himself to tell his colleagues about it when he was established. He then moved on to more relaxing programs of his. A waterfall on Generis 2, perfect for quiet contemplation. A spectacular beach on Maui, on his home planet of earth. The sands were volcanic, and black. The tranquility of the ocean, and always perfect weather, the setting was a spot Paul had used for romantic liaisons more than once. Lt. O'Brien also had a holo novel, which he added to the ship's computer. The setting was the fantasy writer Roger Zelazny's Amber series, which he had discovered on his quest to learn about 20th century Earth. In that vein, Paul also had a computer program of the most famous amusement park of that period, a park in Southern California created by the animation pioneer Walt Disney. He began to send the file into the holodeck, when the computer warned him in a female voice. "Program is already resident in computer core memory." Paul was curious. Perhaps the name was the same, by the purest chance. He decided to access it under it's full name. If it was different from his holoprogram, it would not work. " Computer access file Disneyland Earth mid 20th century" Much to Lt. O'Brien's surprise, the doors to Holodeck One opened, and he found himself at the very familiar, at least to him, entrance to Disneyland, just beyond the ticket booth. He looked around briefly, as the monorail passed above him, and crowds of people streamed past him toward Main Street. Indeed, this was, Disneyland! Paul exited the program. Time enough to play with that program later, and see how this version compared to his own. Having finished his time with the holodeck, Lt. O'Brien returned to his quarters to have a meal before the play was scheduled to start. No need to have a growling stomach during the performance! He took a quick glance at a copy of the Shakespeare play over a late lunch, refamiliarizing himself with Benedick, Don Pedro, Hero and the rest of the characters. He toyed with the idea of appearing at the play in costume, and decided against it because he left the only suitable one he had on Earth. At a brisk pace, Paul soon found himself walking toward the theater on Deck 9, and the evening's entertainment. The theater wasn't large, but then again, you could hardly expect Lincoln Center to fit on a Starship of any size, even the largest in the fleet. Still, it had seats for several dozen people, and most of those were filled before Paul had gotten there. When he came in, though, he was broadsided by the ship's consuelor and the man she was talking with, the ship's first officer, who had momentarily come from backstage. He was dressed in full Shakespearean costume. He had the plum role of Benedick. "Good to meet you, lieutenant" the friendly Will Riker greeted Paul with a handshake. "Deanna has told me all about you." "Pleased to meet you sir" he responded automatically which got a laugh from the three of them. Paul decided to sit with the Consuelor for the performance, as Will soon returned to the backstage for his part in the play. They continued to make small talk for a few moments. Consuelor Troi, like Geordi before her, inquired if the biologist was any relation to Miles O'Brien. He was just explaining that he was not, when the Captain entered the theater. One could hardly expect the Shakespeare-loving Captain of the Enterprise to miss a performance on his own ship. Paul's stomach felt like a lead weight. "Ahh, you must be our new Biologist. I am Captain Jean Luc Picard" he greeted Paul. "Hello Captain, sir, I am Paul O'Brien." He nearly saluted him. Picard wasn't going to brook any such nonsense. "At ease, Lieutenant..And that is an ORDER." He smiled. Paul was visibly unfrozen from his stiffness. "See . . . that is what Will should have done, " Deanna teased. Picard took a seat, much to the chagrin of Paul O'Brien, right next to him, and soon the curtain rose on the performance. Paul read the small playbill as the curtain went up on Leonato telling Beatrice of Don Pedro's approach. He noted that Data had the role of the comedic Dogberry. Commander Riker had the role of Benedick, of course, and the head of the acting troupe, Dr. Crusher, was playing his counterpart, Beatrice. He settled down and closed it to watch the action. Shakespeare was well suited to non holodeck theater. The original Shakespeare was done on rather spartan sets, and so it was relatively easy to do on a starship. Much Ado About Nothing was no exception to this rule, either. So, he watched with delight the acting troupe flex its talents in a comedic play. He soon found himself admiring the talents of the person playing Margaret, the maid who gets inexorably wrapped up in the romantic gears of the play. While most interpretations Paul had ever seen of Much Ado About Nothing portrayed Margaret as something of a slut, this Margaret, by contrast, seemed much less distasteful. Between acts, Paul discovered by a quick check of the playbill that the actress was one Lt. Lisa Carroll, of Sickbay. He silently filed away this tidbit of information and watched the play to its humorous conclusion and the vigorous applause it merited from the audience. Since he sat between Captain Picard and Consuelor Troi, Paul wound up going along with them to talk with the cast, rather than leaving with the bulk of the audience. Social concerns aside, Paul decided to himself it was a good idea, anyway. "A fine performance Number One, Doctor." Picard said to Commander Riker and Dr. Crusher backstage, as Paul stood by, smiling at the various members of the cast. "Thank you Captain." Beverly Crusher responded warmly, and then focused her trained eye on Lt. O' Brien. "I haven't seen you at any of our performances before, or even in sickbay." "The Lieutenant is not an android, if that is what you are thinking, Doctor." Data joked as he joined the knot of conversation. "I'm Lt. Paul O'Brien. I am one of the new science officers--biology, to be precise." "Ah, I am the chief medical officer, Dr. Beverly Crusher. I hope you have just arrived, and not simply skipped the required physical." She smiled. "Oh, I just came on board when the Enterprise stopped at Earth. I have no intentions of skipping any exams. I will visit your office tomorrow then, after my duty shift?" Then, the young woman who had played Margaret came over. "That was a great play, Doctor" Lt. Carroll said. Seemingly without fear or intimidation, she said hello to the personages Paul was around. She finally came to him. "Hello. I don't believe we have met. I'm Lisa. I work in sickbay." "I am Lieutenant . . . I'm Paul. Pleased to meet you, Lisa. I am a new Biology officer." he corrected himself. Will Riker and Deanna Troi were grinning from ear to ear, seemingly synchronized on the humorous situation. Paul looked over the red haired medical officer. About 4 inches or so shorter than his 5'7" and well padded. Lt. O'Brien recalled a fad in the 20th century for almost anorexic ideals of beauty. He had always felt that, although some good things were from that era, that sort of mindset was deservedly dead. The conception of beauty in Rubens' paintings was more his speed anyway, and Lt. Carroll, he thought, at least, could have easily graced one. "Well, then, we'll be seeing each other time and again." Lisa said with an inviting smile. "I am sure we will." He replied with a soft smile. She then turned to talk with a nearby Vulcan. Paul found himself wondering, as he turned back to Troi and Picard, if Lisa was in a relationship already. "So, I look forward to having you serve on the ship, lieutenant" Picard said by way of departing his company, and the room. "Yes, Sir." He said, getting another laugh. "Don't worry Captain, I am sure Lt. O'Brien will be a fine officer especially when he integrates himself into the crew." Riker said, with a particular inflection on the word integrates, one that drew a curious look from Counselor Troi. Perhaps he was referring to his banter, or his lack of it with Lisa, Paul wondered. In any event, the people started breaking apart and away, and the lieutenant was rewarded with one last glimpse of Lt. Carroll walking off, talking with Dr. Crusher. With a lightness in his step, Paul left the theater and headed for the TurboLift to take him back to his quarters. The next day, or to be precise in space, the start of the 08:00 shift marked Lieutenant O'Brien's new position. Putting on a fresh uniform, and after a quick breakfast, he made his way to the Bio labs, and Commander Hudson, to begin his work. That morning seemed to flow by in the Bio Labs. Lt. O'Brien showed he was capable of the workload on the Enterprise that, though there were more science officers, was greater than the workload on Darwin. Still, it was challenging rather than suffocating, and he was inordinately pleased that some of his colleagues had heard of him from papers he had done. Lt. O'Brien himself was glad to meet and have th e chance to work with Dr Ayil, a Deltan researcher whose work with cell membranes he admired. After a brief lunch without even leaving the coziness of the lab area, Paul worked through the whole day. It was good to be back looking at stuff through the powerful computer-aided microscopes and modeling proteins and cell and pseudo cell structures. And the computer power available on the Enterprise was simply unfathomable. Calculations that Paul would have to wait for because of "low priority" were done instantly for him here. Throughout the shift, though, he occasionally mused about the intriguing Lt. Carroll, wondering when he would encounter her again. On the almost claustrophobia-inducing Darwin, it was easy to get to know everyone because it was literally unavoidable. On the Enterprise, he feared, the reverse would be true. After his shift was done, Lt. O Brien decided to make his way to Sickbay for his required physical. The Fact that Lt. Carroll might be working gave him a slight extra spring in his step. Entering the large offices and after a query to a nearby aide, Paul made his way to the personal office of the chief medical officer. "I was only joking when I asked if you had your physical last evening, lieutenant" Doctor Crusher said, smiling, when Paul told her of his reason for his visit. She sighed. "Well, since you are here, and the worst today has had to offer is a skinned knee, let us get it done. Oh, Lisa" she called as she led Lt. O' Brien to a monitoring bed. "Yes, Doctor?" Came a voice very familiar to Paul from last night, which was soon augmented by the sight of the medical officer in starfleet blue to match his own and the Doctor's uniforms. "Would you please take body fluid samples from the lieutenant for his physical?" Dr. Crusher asked as she stepped to a readout panel. "Lisa's eyes soon met Paul's and he could not resist a shy smile. Lt. Carroll nearly almost bounded to a counter to get some vials and then came alongside Paul, lying as directed on the medical bed. "Now, I'll need blood, lymph, and saliva samples." She paused, flashing a smile. "I'll also need a urine sample, for which you can go into the lavatory." She dropped her voice so that the Doctor could not overhear the next bit. "I'll also need a sperm sample, too" The grin on her face showed that, of course, she was joking. She laughed aloud as Paul's face turned a shade of red, which caused a quizzical quick look from the Doctor. Lt. O'Brien regarded her with a curious but not unfriendly gaze as Lisa efficiently took the required samples. In the interval, they made small talk. "So, did you like the play last night?" Lisa asked holding up a dram of his blood with an almost thoughtful look. "I liked YOU." Paul replied, a bit impetuously. He began to recant a bit. "What I mean to say is that I liked your performance." Lt. Carroll, laughing, curtseyed. "Why, thank you, my audience loves me!" She then took a more serious tone. "Do you act, Paul?" Lt. O'Brien shook his head. "Never tried acting. I've just seen and read plays." Lisa nodded. "Well then, you should stop by a troupe meeting sometime. What do you think, Doctor?" Dr. Crusher, well within hearing distance of the conversation, agreed. "If LT. Barclay can do it, Paul, so can you! Do stop by sometime--we always like new people. The computer's social calendar will tell you when we meet next, or of course, you can ask myself . . . or Lisa." She smiled at Lt. Carroll's mention. Lt. O' Brien nodded and haltingly suggested he was going to deposit the urine sample. He almost felt eyes on him from Lisa as he made his way past her to the lavatory. Upon his return, Lisa again seemed to appraise him. "Speaking of social calendars, Paul, are you working a later shift tomorrow?" Lisa asked, her hands resting on the bed and looking at Lt.. O' Brien from across it. "No." Paul shook his head. "Well, then, would you like to join me for dinner in Ten Forward tomorrow evening, say, 20:00 hours?" Lisa watched Paul carefully as he dithered and stammered out his response, seeming to enjoy his slight discomfort at the Sadie Hawkins turn in the conversation. "Err, ah, sure" Lisa smiled. "I will see you then." Paul nodded goodbye and decided that a retreat from Sickbay, while way ahead of the game, was his best choice. Being on ship for only a few days and him *already* had a date. Lt. O'Brien reconsidered his thoughts about being lonely on the ship as he headed back to his quarters. That night, his dreams were fevered with thoughts of Lisa. Yes, he had just met her, his rational side thought, but, yes she was also attractive and interested in him. His imagination played out various scenarios inside his head. Making love to her on a sandy beach, as the tide came in. Giving her a sensuous massage, followed by a gentle slow fucking. Kissing those wonderful, vocal lips of hers. Paul was embarrassed, but not entirely surprised, to find himself, early in the morning, rubbing himself with his hand, bringing temporary if ersatz relief as his cock spurted out his need for Lt. Carroll into the bed. The next day Paul tried to keep his thoughts about the upcoming dinner to a minimum by immersing himself in his work. As one might expect, the tactic did not work. He was not so careless as to damage any equipment or ruin any experiments, but he could hear the whispering of his colleagues that he "must have a date." Finally, his shift was over, leaving Paul a few hours before the main event in ten forward. While in his quarters, his stomach was butterflies. First dates generally did this to him. To come early, or not to come early. How casual the outfit? He almost felt like a teenager thinking about it all. Finally, he selected a simple sweater and slacks outfit, checkered black and white for the sweater, black for the slacks. He timed things to arrive at ten forward at precisely five minutes to eight. He scanned the large space for signs of Lisa, but was disappointed that she had not arrived. Perhaps she believed in precision and would arrive exactly on time, Paul mused. He sat at the Bar and ordered a juice, and tried to not to appear to be staring at the entrance. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /