"Well, well, well," she chuckled knowingly. "I should have guessed. Tek Jansen."

From there, of course, my fantasy went in less human directions. As a sailor on the high heaves I’d seen ports from left to starboard and if you could name a species, an act and a planet, I’ve been there, done that, to that on that.

To say I didn’t express myself and vent some healthy frustration against my boss and my establishment would be a lie, but to tell you what I chose to live through instead, well, that would just be obscene.

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