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uncomfortable cot I would have been right at home.   I grudgingly admitted this was an upgrade to my situation there.  
    Then I took it back just as fast.   It was my choice to join the Peace Corps, right?   Those happy posters all over my college campus had seduced my naïve, adventurous mind.   I’d graduated in three years just so I could hurry up and go.   Then I’d arrived in squalid Hell and realized I’d made a hideous mistake.   I still regretted signing up half-way through my tour.   Once the end was in sight I got less depressed.   In the final months I was even considering a second tour—but not with much conviction.      
    So what was the Peace Corps for me?   Something I’d thought would be a fantastic adventure, but had turned out to be miserable Hell-ride.  
    What would this place be?   A miserable Hell-ride that turned into a fantastic adventure?   Well, one could hope.   The point was that I chose the Peace Corps.   I was a prisoner here.
    Some choice I’d made, though.   If I had to do it all over again—?   Nope.   I wouldn’t have gone.   Maybe having someone else choose my fate would turn out better for me.   Again, I’d have to hope for this.   For better or worse I was stuck here.
    I kicked Kang out of my room to undress in case he had a camera.   This is when I let myself notice I had no body hair—not even in my butt, which, you know, hadn’t been too much of an issue, but I was a grown woman.   I ground my teeth.   If it was only me, Whore, and Elentinus on the ship, then who the Hell had waxed me?  
    Under the soothing spray of warm water I tried to convince myself a Domestic had done it.   Maybe it hadn’t been waxing, but something like a make-your-hair-fall-out injection.   I tried to kick all these thoughts out of my mind.
    When I got out of the shower the asshole was standing in my room.   Thank God I’d wrapped myself in what I determined to be a towel.   I glared at him while my hair dripped a puddle on the floor.
    “You need to eat,” he said in his typical impatient tone.  
    “I already did.”   I pointed to my dirty dish between the wall and the foot of the bed.
    His face softened.   “Oh.   Fine then.   Come with me.”
    “Suuure.”   I got a wicked smile at the thought of Elentinus catching him dragging me around the ship in nothing but a towel.
    Whore made his annoyed grumble and turned to leave.   “Well, get dressed first, of course.   I’ll wait outside.   Hurry up!”
    “Jack-ass.”   I made sure to mutter this after the door had closed.
    I dressed fast just because I didn’t want him bursting in on me half-naked if he found me to be too slow.   There was little camisole type thing for my bra, which did hold the girls up pretty well, and a girdle type thing for my bald groin.   I had to put both on to fit into the tight black dress.   It was more comfortable than the constricting undergarments should have allowed.   Once my nudity was safely concealed I looked for a hair dryer.   I didn’t find one, so I laboriously towel dried my long hair.   I was brushing it in front of the oval mirror attached to the wall when Whore burst in.
    “I told you to hurry up!”
    I bit my tongue and kept up with him down the corridor.
    “You’re getting along fine, aren’t you?”  
    I was surprised at his concern.   “As well as can be expected.”
    He shot a look at me.   “I expect you to be fine.   You’re eating, aren’t you?   You slept through the night.   You’re fine.”
    I made an exasperated shrug.   “Sure.”
    He pressed the button to summon the elevator.   “Listen, these ‘Degrees of Intimacy,’ they’re not the norm.   It’s just dragging out something that should be fairly simple.”
    I followed him into the elevator.   “That’s easy for you to say.”
    “Don’t start with me this morning!   By the gods, I swear I’ll zap you!”
    “If you zap me for no good reason I’m telling