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Suzanne got off one un Gvot-like shriek of joy before Leon clapped his hand over her mouth and dragged her back into the tent.
Once inside, she pulled off her headdress and sat on the odd futon-like duvet which served as her bed. "A day and a half away from land, water, who knows what!" She leaned across and gave Leon a big hug. "We'll be free!"
Leon was possessed of a great deal more cynicism. "Ah'll bleev that when I see it."
She pulled back. "You can't pretend you aren't the least bit excited." She thought Leon seemed groggy since he'd had the infusion of herbs from the Gvot Shaman. "Still feeling crappy?"
Leon summoned a wan smile from somewhere deep inside. "Ah bin a lot worse, jess makes me sleepy & listless is all."
She smiled at him. "You should rest. We need to think on a plan how to get off this thing once we hit the planet."
"Uh-huh." Leon's head had hit the cushion he used as a pillow. "They gonna have checkpoints, Boyette's goons'll be all over."
"That's not our only problem." Suzanne always heard things. She always knew.
"Howzat?" Leon re-opened his eyes.
She slid over onto his pad so she could talk quietly. "Word is the Meleans, Hambians and the Gvot get separate drop points at PlanetFall."
"Crap. You mean we could end up in Gvotia? We be displaced persons on day one?" Leon was waking up a bit as familiar feelings grew in him, the kind that made you want to say "Uh-oh".
Suzanne turned a bit and lay on her tummy, her head propped up on her hands, elbows on the mat. "Yes, and the Gvot fashions for women leave a lot to be desired."
Leon managed a chuckle. "Heh, yeah, ah miss seein' yer legs'n hah class clothes! Hell, Yeah!"
She didn't laugh. "It's how they subjugate their women. It works." She sighed. "I wonder if that Tavakh fellow is still around."
"Man lak him's 'round all the tahm." Leon rubbed his eyes. "Men lak him ever'where." His head sank back on his cushion. "Ahm, sorry, gotta sleep."
She watched him drift off, her own drowsiness hit. She lowered her face into her hands and yawned.
It was several hours later she awakened. She was spooned with Leon, and somehow she was under his coverlet, warm and welcome. She drifted happily back to sleep.
When she awoke again, the reason why was immediately apparent. Leon was up hard, his member between her thighs.
She reached behind her and grabbed his penis. Leon began to waken for reasons equally obvious to him. She felt him shake a little, knew he was cackling away at this very human accident.
She whispered back at him. "Whatever they gave you seems to work quite well at some things."
Leon started giggling.
His giggling stopped abruptly when Suzanne Devereaux began to work him with her hand.
Ninety minutes later, Suzanne Devereaux and Leon Freedman had committed enough acts to be executed three times each under Gvot Religious Law.
Once inside, she pulled off her headdress and sat on the odd futon-like duvet which served as her bed. "A day and a half away from land, water, who knows what!" She leaned across and gave Leon a big hug. "We'll be free!"
Leon was possessed of a great deal more cynicism. "Ah'll bleev that when I see it."
She pulled back. "You can't pretend you aren't the least bit excited." She thought Leon seemed groggy since he'd had the infusion of herbs from the Gvot Shaman. "Still feeling crappy?"
Leon summoned a wan smile from somewhere deep inside. "Ah bin a lot worse, jess makes me sleepy & listless is all."
She smiled at him. "You should rest. We need to think on a plan how to get off this thing once we hit the planet."
"Uh-huh." Leon's head had hit the cushion he used as a pillow. "They gonna have checkpoints, Boyette's goons'll be all over."
"That's not our only problem." Suzanne always heard things. She always knew.
"Howzat?" Leon re-opened his eyes.
She slid over onto his pad so she could talk quietly. "Word is the Meleans, Hambians and the Gvot get separate drop points at PlanetFall."
"Crap. You mean we could end up in Gvotia? We be displaced persons on day one?" Leon was waking up a bit as familiar feelings grew in him, the kind that made you want to say "Uh-oh".
Suzanne turned a bit and lay on her tummy, her head propped up on her hands, elbows on the mat. "Yes, and the Gvot fashions for women leave a lot to be desired."
Leon managed a chuckle. "Heh, yeah, ah miss seein' yer legs'n hah class clothes! Hell, Yeah!"
She didn't laugh. "It's how they subjugate their women. It works." She sighed. "I wonder if that Tavakh fellow is still around."
"Man lak him's 'round all the tahm." Leon rubbed his eyes. "Men lak him ever'where." His head sank back on his cushion. "Ahm, sorry, gotta sleep."
She watched him drift off, her own drowsiness hit. She lowered her face into her hands and yawned.
It was several hours later she awakened. She was spooned with Leon, and somehow she was under his coverlet, warm and welcome. She drifted happily back to sleep.
When she awoke again, the reason why was immediately apparent. Leon was up hard, his member between her thighs.
She reached behind her and grabbed his penis. Leon began to waken for reasons equally obvious to him. She felt him shake a little, knew he was cackling away at this very human accident.
She whispered back at him. "Whatever they gave you seems to work quite well at some things."
Leon started giggling.
His giggling stopped abruptly when Suzanne Devereaux began to work him with her hand.
Ninety minutes later, Suzanne Devereaux and Leon Freedman had committed enough acts to be executed three times each under Gvot Religious Law.
