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Laptard’s piss, the mind block, the song
that buzzed in my head…You’re right Bron, we’ve been
BondStruck!::
    ::I gathered that on the trip to the
spaceport when our offspring kept peppering his mind speech with
unfamiliar words and concepts. The word ‘Mommie’ loomed ominously
with portent. I’ll take care of our fem’s request of her new
offspring, Dragon. She might be more comfortable if you speak to
her and explain what happened. At least she has seen you
before.::
    While his Dearest escorted Nafer back over to
Fem Dixon-Howard, Zaron walked the short distance to Jonal, Tonas,
and Anya.
    “Admirals, princess.” Zaron directed his
attention to Anya. “Thank you for your care of Fem Sinclair. As you
undoubtedly realize, she is our bonded.” Syn looked up, “Oh my God,
it’s you!”
    He reached down and effortlessly picked her
up out of the chair, cradling her into his chest. ::Yes, it’s
me. I didn’t recognize you on board for reasons Bron and I will
explain later. But you are our bonded and beloved.::
    His blue eyes warmed to the blue of the
Caribbean Sea.
    ::Oh my God…this feeling was what Anya
described…BondStired—to an Elder. Shit! Maddy will be calling for
my crucifixion.::
    “Maddy will have nothing to say or I’ll send
Nafer back after her.” TeZaron chuckled as he kissed Syn’s platinum
hair.
    “Let me introduce myself formally, I am
TeZaron and our bonded is TeBron. You,” he ran a finger down her
nose, “belong with us.”
    Anya glanced over at her men. Syn listened to
her chuckle.
    “Do all of you produce that effect on women?
I distinctly remember fainting when I first saw you two gorillas
standing over my bed.”
    “Define gorilla.”
    “Large hairy apes—Here comes Mark and by the
way, Nafer said we’re having a fempring.”
    That remark brought both Jonal and Tonas to
their knees.
    * * * *
    Duchess padded back over to Tigger. ::These boys sure do know how to make an entrance. Your two look
like a wrecking ball has hit them square in the balls and just the
sight of mine sent my Syn back into the arms of Morpheus.::
    :: We live in interesting
times,:: Tigger replied enigmatically.
    ::Don’t say that. It’s a Chinese curse—May
you live in interesting times.::
    ::I know.::
    * * * *
    Dr. Mark Stern supervised the remainder of
the off-loading of the wounded from the Brightstar . It would
be his last official act in the capacity of Ship Surgeon and
Security Officer. Mark imagined a greeting by hoards of hungry
newshounds once he stepped planetside. As the only male Earthen to be BondStirred and mated to a Sarran Warrior, he braced
himself to be on the cover of the Sarran equivalent of Star. Juraens had made his way back to the gangplank.
    ::Holos, you mean holos, Treasured.:: Mark’s bonded, Juraens, flowed into the river of his thoughts
without causing a ripple.
    “Interesting…while we remained apart on
board, I made a study of Earthen media. I’m afraid you are in for
severe culture shock. Sarrans do not follow the cult of personality
that has ensnared your Earth. The Sarran media will want to
interview you as well as the princess and her cat, but the request
will come ‘through channels,’ politely and you may just as politely
say, ‘No, thank you.’”
    ::I sense a large “but” in that last thought,
Beloved. So large I could drive a bus through it.::
    ::Bus?::
    Mark sent a quick picture.
    ::Ahh! Mass Ground Transport
Vehicle…Treasured, the “but” is that the ElderCouncil will not be
politely put off. We are to report at ten tines next rising to
council chambers to “discuss” the Earthen Mission.::
    ::Will the others be present?::
    ::Also required to bear witness will be
Jonal, Tonas, TeZaron, TeBron, Princess Anya and the Beast, and Fem
Sinclair and her Duchess as they will be bonded to the Elders this
eve.::
    ::They’re taking a deposition from
Tigger?:: Mark’s astonishment blew into Juraens mind, causing
him to double over in laughter.
    ::Ah, my