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getting
guys to buy their drinks, flirting, and then buggering off after
getting several offers of sexual adventures they were told they
never experienced before, making them laugh.
    And then it happened. Cindy went off to the
bathroom, opened the door to a stall, a twenty-five year old punk
waiting for her or some girl, probably any girl would have done. It
was just her bad luck. That’s what she thought at the time, but
now, in a way, she was glad it happened. He pulled her into the
stall and closed the door, pushing her against it. He tore at her
tank top, pulling it down over her breasts, braless. She tried to
scream, but he held a cloth over her mouth with one hand as he
moved a muscular arm around her waist, trying to hike her skirt up
in a horny frenzy and then going up and rubbing her breasts, and
then back down to her skirt. His breath raced in and out, heavy
with booze and greasy food.
    “Where are you, my bitch,” came Amy’s voice,
just outside the doorway to the bathroom.
    He stopped, pushing the cloth harder against
her mouth, her eyes watered.
    With his other feely-grabby hand relaxed, she
took the opportunity to elbow him hard in the face, and ripped the
door open.
    “Amy! That fucker just tried to rape me!” And
that was that. Amy screamed bloody murder and friends came running,
dragged the guy out of the stall and beat him near to death, which
Cindy had no problem with. They left his body in an alley. Whether
he lived or died, she had no idea, and couldn’t care less.
    Cindy decided she would never be a victim
again, signed up for the SPARS Academy the next day, shaved her
long, brown hair off, and never wore a skirt again.
    A total spontaneous decision, but she never
regretted it.
    She loved her job and respected Michael a
great deal. Everyone always wondered how Michael got so high up in
the ranks at such a young age, but she knew why. He never stopped
working. She couldn’t remember, in the short time she had been a
SPARS member, a time when he wasn’t working.
     
    *****
     
    The others sat in the holding area, a cramped
space with eight seats, four on each side of the ship in single
file.
    Brett could see, out of the corner of his
eye, Mary staring at the control device on her wrist, probably
memorizing every conceivable detail about Pyramid. She sat in the
front left seat, Brett to her right.
    Brett feigned studying about Pyramid, staring
at his wrist device, but his attention was focused on a story
Travis was telling.
    “So, tell me Brett,” Mary said, “how many
levels are there on Pyramid?”
    Brett was ready for this. “Twelve.”
    Mary raised her eyebrows. “Okay, that was an
easy one. What is the top level of the ship?”
    “The Observation Level.” He gritted his
teeth, eyes narrowed, trying to fight back images of beating her
face to a pulp. He took a deep breath.
    “Why don’t you tell me all the levels,
starting with the bottom one.”
    With a forced smile on his face, Brett said,
“Shuttle bay, engineering, crew’s quarters, four levels of
passenger rooms, casino/restaurants/shops level, two sports and
leisure levels, an amusement level with more shopping and
restaurants, and the observation level.” Brett sensed Mary’s face
contorting in defeat.
    Mary composed herself, back to her usual
expressionless demeanor, or maybe it had been there the whole time.
He didn’t care. “Where is the control room located?” Mary asked
him.
    Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! pulsed over and over again
in his mind. Distracted by Travis. “Ummmm . . . on the crew’s
quarters level.”
    “Well, I guess you have some more studying to
do. So get to it and never you mind what sordid tales Travis is
creating.”
    Brett scowled at her, looked longingly to his
left where Travis started another story, and then back at the
control device on his wrist. But now he knew he had some time. Just
a little longer. One more story.
    Travis sat in the same column of seats as
Mary, two seats back. George sat in front