A little romance

Katrina Swete
Her quarters
after giving Phil back his light-bee
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Again in her tank-top and shorts, Katrina gathered up the things she'd need
for a nice, hot shower. Snot and ointment and marshmellows, (oh my) she felt
stickier than the floor of a cinema.
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After a long, long shower
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With a towel still wrapped around her head, Katrina sat down at the table in
her quarters, knocked the orange traffic cone on the ground, and pulled out
her notebook and pencils. She opened to the first blank page and began to
write.
"In the wastes of deep space, the last surviving humans, Harold and Jennifer,
only had each other for comfort. Their long dead crew had once set out to
find life somewhere out in the endless cosmos. Our heroes had been saved from
old age and death after an experimental surgery had let them remain young and
energenic. Aboard their ship, the Excitement, our story begins...
Harold held Jennifer in his strong arms. Jennifer's breasts heaved with
anticipation.
'Oh, Seymour,' Katrina moaned. She-"
Katrina looked up from her writing. "What the hell?" Why had she written
those names? She erased the names "Seymour" and "Katrina" and replaced them
with "Harold" and "Jennifer." She then continued.
"looked into Harold's large, green eyes with a burning passion.
'Come. Let us make love in the dead Captain's office, Katrina,' Seymour-"
Katrina quickly slammed the notebook shut and pushed it away. Her mouth hung
open in surprise. "Oh god!" she exclaimed. What was wrong her? She put a hand
on her forehead. "I need a nap. Badly."