Here’s the next episode of Space Opera.
JJ and I were almost through with dinner, both of us on our second martinis.
“I think I drank too much,” JJ said.
“Me too, but I don’t care. What do you want to do after this?”
“Go back to your stateroom.”
“That might not be the best idea.”
She giggled. “Probably not. I want to go anyway.”
“Check please!” I said. We looked at each other and cracked up.
“You’re so bad.”
We paid the check and left.
“That was good,” JJ said, taking my hand as we walked. “Maybe we ought to walk back to your stateroom instead of taking the transport.”
“I was just about to suggest that. It’ll kill our buzz a little.”
“Afraid of what we might do?” she asked, her hand grasping mine tighter.
“Well, yeah, a little bit.”
She shook her head. “Remember what I said? We’re both gonna be stone cold…
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