<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:09:57.460-08:00</updated><category term='unbuttoned'/><category term='space'/><category term='space saga'/><category term='planet'/><category term='shuttle'/><category term='strip'/><category term='green haired woman'/><category term='flight'/><category term='change'/><category term='favor'/><category term='beautiful girl'/><category term='police'/><category term='modesty'/><category term='king'/><category term='refusal'/><category term='blog story'/><category term='strong'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='course'/><category term='chat'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='prince'/><category term='Communication'/><category term='Play'/><category term='marble'/><category term='Acting'/><category term='gay'/><category term='rescued'/><category term='Myron'/><category term='no nudity'/><category term='bridge'/><category term='body'/><category term='sci-fi'/><category term='abuse'/><category term='spaceport'/><category term='theater'/><category term='palace'/><category term='United'/><category term='cargo'/><category term='Delta'/><category term='Lana'/><category term='running'/><category term='no choice'/><category term='ungrateful'/><category term='lying'/><category term='escape'/><category term='juniper'/><category term='ship'/><category term='tatoos'/><category term='desk'/><category term='series'/><category term='South West'/><category term='PG-13'/><category term='crew member'/><category term='men loving men'/><title type='text'>Treasure of Space</title><subtitle type='html'>Comments appreciated.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-697729756990201894</id><published>2009-07-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:01:38.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just moved to &lt;a href="http://www.tomekeeper.com/tos/"&gt;Treasure of Space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-697729756990201894?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/697729756990201894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-moved-to-treasure-of-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/697729756990201894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/697729756990201894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-moved-to-treasure-of-space.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-8787904203099246793</id><published>2009-07-03T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T06:16:40.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juniper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci-fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favor'/><title type='text'>Getting redressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="Courier New&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Myron stood rounding his desk. He walked towards her getting uncomfortably close.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Myron decided that he would get so close. He wanted her to smell him and feel the heat from his body.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stopped, staring down at her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="Courier New&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;She looked down as well, following his gaze, and she blushed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Myron was clearly mesmerized by her skin. This made Juniper embarrassed and pleased.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Courier New';"&gt;Myron looked a little too long, turned to walk back behind his desk.  "Put your dress back on." He ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Courier New';"&gt;"I hope your curiosity is satisfied.  I have no marks."  She insisted. As she slipped back into her dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Courier New';"&gt;"You do not want to test me."  Myron said as he sat behind his desk. "You are crew now, that means when we go to fulfill my favor you will help."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Courier New';"&gt;Juniper shifted on her feet. "Is that all?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-8787904203099246793?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8787904203099246793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-redressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/8787904203099246793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/8787904203099246793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-redressed.html' title='Getting redressed'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-2158541183285436773</id><published>2009-07-02T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:19:24.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PG-13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no nudity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><title type='text'>She showed herself</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“Then, please, strip to your under things,” he smirked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Not only did the crew physically trap her on the ship and computer controlled the doors, she was now verbally trapped by the captain’s clever question.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now if she did not remove at least her dress, she would seem to be hiding something.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had no choice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What was worse, there was something naughty about having to show her body to this handsome man, she felt thrilled.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She turned her back to him, and slowly pulled her dress up and off. She tugged her panties up, managing to pull the oversize briefs over her belly button.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juniper thought that this would cover the unsightly blemish, she was wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Myron noted what she had done, and decided that he would take advantage of it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unlike Lana, the annoying woman who could not stop touching him, the young woman before him was definitely his type.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;He relished the way her figure flowed, from tapered legs to wide hips that belied her age. Her derrière was round, and firm. Myron noted her waist was not narrow, but was thinner than her hips.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The girl’s shoulders were the same width as her hips, and she held her neck gracefully with poise.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she turned, her bound breasts matched her hips, full and beautiful. Again he noted her face; it was bright red with obvious embarrassment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Myron’s eyes finally landed on her supple lips, which he thought looked slightly parted in obvious desire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Juniper turned to face the Captain, frightened of him judging what he would see.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wanted him to like her but didn’t understand why it mattered.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something she had to admit to herself was that she felt more afraid he would find her ugly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She could enjoy being ravished by this man, though she would die before admitting it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was attractive to her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“There, now can I get my clothing back on?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-2158541183285436773?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2158541183285436773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-showed-herself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/2158541183285436773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/2158541183285436773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-showed-herself.html' title='She showed herself'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-6716992743153289978</id><published>2009-07-01T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T03:52:02.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refusal'/><title type='text'>Rufusal</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“No!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Juniper’s eyes widened with shock.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She knew she had a mark, right on her belly button area.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her skin had been colored an unnatural green there for as long as she could remember. She did not know why her naval was discolored but she certainly did not want the man before her to find or figure it out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;The captain was frowning, clearly not used to being told ‘no’ on his own ship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Is it modesty?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“What,” she replied, confused.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“Are you refusing to remove your clothing out of modesty, or because you have something to hide?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Captain Myron further inquired.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“Modesty, of course.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She replied unaware that her eyes told him that she was lying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-6716992743153289978?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6716992743153289978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/rufusal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/6716992743153289978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/6716992743153289978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/rufusal.html' title='Rufusal'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-9126597849787426822</id><published>2009-06-30T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:59:39.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tatoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marble'/><title type='text'>Inspection Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Captain Myron entered a room off the command bridge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He waited a few moments before rounding a large marble surfaced desk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sat down but did not offer Juniper a seat.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She stood there before him waiting for some kind of explanation for why he wanted her there in the first place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she waited she observed that Myron was looking at a monitor imbedded in the desktop.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His desk was simply designed but a very sturdy piece of wood furniture with marble top, a rarity for a space vehicle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juniper noted that his desk was bolted to the floor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Why do that?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She inquired.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Myron asked back, “Why do what?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“Bolt the desk to the floor?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doesn’t the gravity generators function all the time?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juniper stated, then she wanted to take back what she had just said.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;His gaze, when he briefly glanced up at her, told her that he did not want to address that, but he did say, “The time expense I went through to acquire this piece of furniture, makes me want to keep it nice in case those said generator cease to function.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He paused looking up from his monitor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“Take your clothes off,” Myron ordered. “I want to see if you have any marks or tattoos that might tell us who you are or where you might belong.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-9126597849787426822?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9126597849787426822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspection-request.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/9126597849787426822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/9126597849787426822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspection-request.html' title='Inspection Request'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-4093463108644882883</id><published>2009-06-29T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T04:33:00.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men loving men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king'/><title type='text'>To love A Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The man drew his weapon fiercely and pointed it at the king.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It only took a few seconds for the man to realize who he was pointing a weapon at.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He re-holstered the weapon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I don’t think this was the way you wanted to come out to your father, John.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;The man, John, scrambled out of the bed, and swiftly buttoned up his shirt, “Sly that was not funny.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;The king agreed, “I want that man executed,”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He bellowed again, “Guards arrest that man, he was, defiling the prince.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Sly smiled, he slithered off the bed. He was not concerned about what the king just ordered. The king turned shouting to the door.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Guards! Arrest that man!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He pointed his finger at Sly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Sly grabbed for his weapon to point it at the King.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His reflexes were slowed by the wine he had drank earlier.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or the guards were faster than he expected.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  Being grabbed from behind, Sly's &lt;/span&gt;face slammed into the floor and a knee crammed into his back, he sputtered, “You Majesty, I love your son.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;“Those words will have your death.” Sly heard growl above his head.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was yanked off the floor, blood oozed from a cut along his forehead.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The king looked at him for a moment, and then turned to his now crying son.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Sly watched as he was drug from the room, and he heard.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Father, don’t! I won’t marry that girl you have for me, if you set him free I will. But I will never do that if you kill Sly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is my life.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Sly did not hear what was said next, because he saw an opportunity to escape.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guard had tripped on something and lost his grip on Sly’s arm.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sly broke the guards grasp easily. He turned and punched the guard on his opposite side.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dashing toward the king he ran past the man and jump onto the balcony that he knew was just outside some double French doors.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Sly then turned shouting over the shoulder, “I will ruin your kingdom, I promise you that, then the need for my lover to marry and get you an heir will never be an issue!” Sly jumped down then ran.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He escaped the palace with his promise firmly pressed onto his lips.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-4093463108644882883?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4093463108644882883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-love-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/4093463108644882883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/4093463108644882883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-love-prince.html' title='To love A Prince'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-4039453223481615729</id><published>2009-06-28T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T04:16:57.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unbuttoned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king'/><title type='text'>A Gay Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Walking into his son’s bedroom he found a sight that made bile creep up into his throat. The magenta bed curtains were pulled closed but the man could see another male kissing his son.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;He was enraged.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His son, the heir to the throne, kissing another man, preposterous!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The prince was supposed to be looking for a bride, not cavorting with... this was an abomination.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The king stormed up to the magenta curtains to pull them back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;The cold draft from the open door did not interrupt the lovers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One gave a lower throaty giggle; the other firmly gripped the back of the other man’s head.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The king thought, 'men don’t giggle', as he let the curtain fall out of grip. Two men lay before him one with his shirt slightly unbuttoned the other still fully dressed and having a side arm holstered at his side.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Both did not look up, the one with the side arm drew a playful finger over the man's chest.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The king bellowed furiously at the sight, “Get out!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-4039453223481615729?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4039453223481615729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/gay-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/4039453223481615729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/4039453223481615729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/gay-prince.html' title='A Gay Prince'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-421209543371767914</id><published>2009-06-27T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:08:10.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='course'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><title type='text'>Changing course</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="Courier New&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Lana, you know what to do.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He ordered without instructing Lana.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then turned his attention to Juniper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You must come with me.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stalking off, it was apparent to Juniper that she would follow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;"Lana will change course."  He said, "You and I will have a chat."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-421209543371767914?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/421209543371767914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/421209543371767914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/421209543371767914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing-course.html' title='Changing course'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-5235806207425464255</id><published>2009-06-26T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:35:21.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juniper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Communication with Jaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Juniper stood her ground, “I think I can.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Captain, I have a little bit of currency, so you can drop me off at the nearest port.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;The Captain’s attention turned from Lana, to Juniper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His black gaze softened, “No, I think I could use you on my crew.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;The woman left Juniper's side to stand near a monitor to the right side of Juniper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Captain Myron, you have a communication from Jaz.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Myron rolled his eyes at Juniper, “I wonder what that man needs now. Patch him through.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;An image appeared in front of the captain, “Jaz, I don’t have time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So make this brief.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He ordered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“I bailed your behind out many times and now I have a favor.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“What do you want?” Myron asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“Okay, I need actors.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have started a small acting troop only because to make a long story short I inherited my family’s theater.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is why I contacted you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your current choice of employment requires a sort of deceitfulness or for the lack of better words you act.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Myron responded, “I am not interested.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“I will not take no for an answer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Need I remind you of the amount of money I had to pay to bribe the judge to drop the theft . . .”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“Please say no more.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Myron said with a hand held up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“What planet is this acting opportunity on?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“I knew you would see things my way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Its on Center 3.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US"&gt;The screen disappeared ending the communication.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-5235806207425464255?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5235806207425464255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/communication-with-jaz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/5235806207425464255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/5235806207425464255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/communication-with-jaz.html' title='Communication with Jaz'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-3913808280607180583</id><published>2009-06-25T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T05:06:47.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juniper'/><title type='text'>Seeing the Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;The green haired woman watched her for a few minutes, and then turned.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She walked over to a door. It slid open.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The woman turned and stared at Juniper waiting to be noticed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Walking forward feeling a bit embarrassed by her behavior, Juniper muttered, "Nice ship."&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She once again found herself following someone into strange surroundings. The green haired woman turned several corners before reaching an elevator door.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The woman and Juniper waited, and when the door opened both stepped into the elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;The door opened again, into a large room filled with monitors and buttons.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man, whom the green haired woman called Myron, stood in the middle of the room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had braces on the side of his hips.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man turned to look at who entered his bridge, at least that was what Juniper thought. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“What is she doing here?” The captain asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;The green haired woman answered, “Good question.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could you ask another one, maybe a little bit more easy for me to answer?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She then gave Myron a huge I-am-just-teasing smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;He did not look amused, “Lana, could you be more dense?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;It was obvious that the man and woman had a conflict that Juniper did not know about. Juniper stammered, “I could just . . .”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Lana cut off Juniper’s statement and then finished it for her, “Leave?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She laughed, “No, I don’t think you girl are going anywhere.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-3913808280607180583?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3913808280607180583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/seeing-bridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/3913808280607180583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/3913808280607180583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/seeing-bridge.html' title='Seeing the Bridge'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-4143020220487334109</id><published>2009-06-24T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:55:35.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juniper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci-fi'/><title type='text'>Getting into a New place</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;The man turned looking quite annoyed at the question or was he annoyed about the whole situation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juniper could only guess at his mood but his statement did not clear her need to make a good decision. “You’re here aren’t you, so you are a new member of my crew.” He turned his back on Juniper and stalked off.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;The green haired woman smirked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I guess you are my problem now but that is how Captain Myron deals with things.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her non-colored eyes took in Juniper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Well, are you staying or going?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she added, “If you are staying know this, the captain is mine, even if he has not acknowledged it yet.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Before Juniper could answer the loading door made sharp beeping noises then started closing behind her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ship lurched off of the ground, forcing Juniper forward into the green haired woman’s arms.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She gasped, “I guess I don’t have a choice.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“Sure does look like it.” The green haired woman said it took her a moment to set Juniper back on her unsteady feet. “Well, come with me now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I will take you back to our leader, then the Captain can tell me what to do with you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“I thought you just said he leaves these matters to you?” Juniper questioned.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;A puzzled look crossed the woman’s face, “Oh, I guess I did.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, he will be my lover someday so he would have to start trusting me with matters, such as you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Juniper did not question the strange lady further.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She just stood there waiting for the green haired woman to take her wherever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Looking around the bland cargo bay was her only entertainment while she waited.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bay only had one shuttle in it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The shuttle did not look big, but after all, what did Juniper know about shuttles.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What did she know about a loading cargo bay anyway, she just assumed that what she saw was normal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were boxes against one wall, on the wall that Juniper could see from the corner of her eye she saw netting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juniper was so into looking around she did not notice that the woman had moved.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-4143020220487334109?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4143020220487334109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-into-new-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/4143020220487334109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/4143020220487334109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-into-new-place.html' title='Getting into a New place'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-6130118453250297530</id><published>2009-06-23T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T04:04:58.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green haired woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci-fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crew member'/><title type='text'>Coming to the Ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Juniper followed, she looked at her surroundings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The corridor was only three feet wide and almost seven feet high.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man, in front of her, filled the corridor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a man with the broadest shoulders, Juniper had ever seen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wore a white linen shirt with tight blue cotton pants.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His boots came up to mid calf.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She liked what she had seen earlier and she now admired him from behind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;The other thing she liked, his height.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From her vantage point he had maybe six inches before his head would touch the ceiling.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She followed behind him but sometimes she had to jog a little bit to catch up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He opened another door, which looked like a carved out wall. Before the door were large cargo containers, Juniper watched the man walk around the cargo boxes. As she followed him she saw a large ship three stories tall and a couple football fields long by her first impression.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She strode with the man up to the ship and up the loading ramp.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;A woman who had long green hair and yellow skin greeted him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She hugged him. “You’re back.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;The man grabbed the woman’s hands and unwrapped them from his person.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Yes, you think I left permanently Lana?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“Whose the girl?” the green haired woman asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“A new crew member.” He stated dryly. He turned to Juniper. “Come with me.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He ordered.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Standing there in the opening of a loading ramp a decision had to be made.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juniper knew she wanted off of this colony and away from her mistress but she did not know, so she asked, “What does becoming a crew member mean?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-6130118453250297530?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6130118453250297530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/coming-to-ship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/6130118453250297530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/6130118453250297530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/coming-to-ship.html' title='Coming to the Ship'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-4917798944720057688</id><published>2009-06-22T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T04:52:58.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juniper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rescued'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ungrateful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><title type='text'>Meeting your future for the first time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;The door closed behind them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Panting and pounding the man’s shoulder, Juniper did not know what to think about what had just happened.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Put me down!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Put me down!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She shouted over and over again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“Your wish is mine to give.” The man said sarcastically.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He slid her body off of his shoulder and gently settled her feet on the ground.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man did not let her go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Do I get a kiss for rescuing you damsel?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Her blue eyes burned into his black eyes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wanted to take a step back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man did have black eyes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seemed no light was allowed to reflect back at her, not even her reflection.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She stammered, “W-w-why should I give you a kiss.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She then took in the rest of his face.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had hard features, long brown eyelashes framed his eyes, and his nose fit his high cheekbones perfectly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had full totally kissable lips.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again she was taken back, she did want to kiss him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;When he saw her change in demeanor from frightened, to curious to sensual, he wondered if she knew that her emotions could be read so easily.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He answered her question, “Because you want to feel my lips on yours, to taste me.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Let go of me, you brute!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juniper said sternly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;“Well, from sensual to angry in one-point-two seconds. Wow! I never thought someone as beautiful as you would have such a temper.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He chuckled. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;She turned to storm away, but her dignified exit was stymied by a lack of knowledge of where to go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It became clear to her fast that she had no clue where he had taken her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For that matter she had no clue now on what she would do next.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juniper turned to face the man again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Well, why did you take me here?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;He smiled down at her, “Well, I saw this beautiful woman in rags running from the authorities and I . . . you don’t really want to hear an explanation do you?” He paused, “Why don’t you follow me back to my ship?” He motioned with his left hand for her to go down the empty blue corridor. He took off walking fast.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-4917798944720057688?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4917798944720057688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/meeting-your-future-for-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/4917798944720057688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/4917798944720057688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/meeting-your-future-for-first-time.html' title='Meeting your future for the first time.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-3477030163078129307</id><published>2009-06-21T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T05:04:44.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spaceport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>The Bustling Spaceport</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;When she reached the bustling spaceport facility she took in the veiw.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She hardly ever was let out of the home of her mistress.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There hung a huge electric sign flashing above the entranceway of the port; it said “Kalawao Space Harbor”. She passed under the huge sign.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Smells and sights assaulted her senses. People walked up to counters with many brand name shuttle carriers, some Juniper recognized when she had left the Earth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Southwest Shuttle Service, United Shuttle, Northwest Shuttle, and Delta Airlines Shuttle service were names on the signs above the counters in front of her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The smells came from her left where a food court beckoned her hungry stomach.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Juniper got in line for Southwest Shuttle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She stood there for several minutes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People walked up to the counter to punch into the touch computer screen, others talked to attendants.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juniper waited for her turn.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;She was next in line when behind her she heard a woman shout.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Constable, she is the servant that escaped my home this evening.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Panicked, Juniper jumped out of line.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The voice was of her mistress.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She turned her head to see the colonies finest, the police, running after her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She knew trying to leave that woman would be difficult.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;She dodged individuals.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some stepped purposely in her way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She brushed against those.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her legs sprinted away from the counters and the food court.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She raced toward the departure gates.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;She saw the man before, she plowed into him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He smiled down at her, and she was certain that the man would help the police since he did trip her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was wrong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He lifted her up over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  He then&lt;/span&gt; ducked into a cloth covered photo booth with her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The inside of the booth that would have been a wall opened up and he slipped both of them through the tiny door.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-3477030163078129307?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3477030163078129307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/bustling-spaceport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/3477030163078129307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/3477030163078129307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/bustling-spaceport.html' title='The Bustling Spaceport'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-4863066167268977430</id><published>2009-06-20T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T04:25:35.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juniper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spaceport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful girl'/><title type='text'>Off to Space Port</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;Leaving the home of her indentured service, Juniper did not know where she would go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She still owed her mistress a year more in service. Thinking about where she would go and how, kept Juniper’s thoughts occupied.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;It had been a mistake leaving the orphanage.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were not many options for an orphan in the first place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juniper took the opportunity as she had seen it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lady at the time had a sweet face.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lady’s kindness was offered to all of the orphan girls.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Juniper wanted so much to leave, the smells and lack of opportunities in the orphanage made her make a fool of herself for the lady.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had made up stories, and entertained the lady.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;The orphans had been told the woman lived on a colonial planet and was lacking a personal maid.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juniper wanted to be that maid.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She got the position.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Leaving that position, after years of insults and abuse was the easiest thing she had done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She walked down the main street lined with shops. Passing a mirrored window, Juniper turned her head to take in her appearance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her blue eyes had dark circles underneath them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her reddish blonde hair had streaks of brown racing through it. The face, the hair framed, was oval with pouty lips and a soft chin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some would probably claim that Juniper was attractive, but she did not think of herself as anything other than plain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Her clothing that her mistress had given her was below any quality of cloth or craftsmanship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dress had rips and stains all over.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She even saw where her rain cloak did not hide some undergarment peaking through some of the holes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Her figure was well rounded, not plump but she was curves in all of the right places.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The last thing Juniper looked at were her feet, her shoes were the only things she had that were not worn. The shoes still fit her even when her growing had stopped.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Blue laces and white stripes down the sides were the only decoration on the brown leather.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were comfortable shoes and Juniper took that for granted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;She started walking briskly. The spaceport was still about three miles away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wanted to reach it before the time got so late that she would not be able to charter a flight off of the planet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took less than an hour to reach the port.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-4863066167268977430?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4863066167268977430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/off-to-space-port.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/4863066167268977430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/4863066167268977430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/off-to-space-port.html' title='Off to Space Port'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039269999805939979.post-6416204363532859463</id><published>2009-06-19T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:19:41.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juniper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuse'/><title type='text'>Time to Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Juniper’s hands shook as she set down the tea tray.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She knew that her mistress had come home in a foul mood that evening.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When that happened, Juniper would be the direction that anger would be directed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A little bit of cream spilled on the tray when she had set it down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She took a corner of her torn apron to wipe the spilt cream off of the silver tray.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;A door slammed behind Juniper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She turned swiftly, still holding the corner of the apron.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her mistress stood there tall and regal, but she had a glint of malice when she stared at Juniper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her mistress’ voice was cold when she addressed Juniper, “How dare you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;The apron cloth dropped out of Juniper’s hand.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I’m sorry.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Were the first words that always came out of Juniper’s mouth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;The woman crossed the room, lifted her hand and slapped Juniper’s now tear streaked face.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Look at me when I am speaking to you!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her mistress screamed at her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I have to put up with such incompetent help.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are a worthless piece of flesh Juniper.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Sobbing Juniper tried to get around the woman to escape the room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The woman gripped Juniper by her upper right arm. “You will take that tray back to the kitchen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You will get me a clean tray with fresh tea.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The woman let go of Juniper’s arm.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Be quick!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Ducking past the angry woman Juniper left the bedroom she did not grab the tea tray on her way out of the room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She did not go back to the kitchen to fetch another tray. Instead, she ran to the coat closet next to the grand front door. Grabbing a shabby pink rain cloak, ripped down the center of the back, Juniper raced from the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Stepping outside Juniper breathed her first air of freedom in a long time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Several space landing crafts came down in the spaceport off to the right of the home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juniper decided that this planet was not for her any more so she headed toward the port.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039269999805939979-6416204363532859463?l=treasureofspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6416204363532859463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/6416204363532859463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039269999805939979/posts/default/6416204363532859463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasureofspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-leave.html' title='Time to Leave'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
