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could always wear a strap-on.
    Of course, if I pretended to be a man, then I’d probably need my own slave woman. Crap! I heaved a sigh of utter weariness, thinking that maybe I could buy a woman and then let her go, too. The idea had merit, and it would undoubtedly end up being much easier than dealing with a man I wasn’t sure I could trust. It had been pretty damned stupid of me to think that my slave would behave any better for me than he had for his previous owner—even if I had made his dick hard. I’d have thought that perhaps a former soldier would have had more of a sense of honor. Oh, well….
    I stopped at the crossroad to let a cart pass, which was being pulled by a tired-looking smedreck. They were
sort of like horses, but not nearly as pretty, being more reptilian than anything. I missed horses, for I’d never found any animal like them on any other planet. They were unique to Earth, it seemed, and rightly so. I thought it fitting that we should hold claim to at least one thing that was beautiful and not to be found anywhere else. It made Earth seem that much more special and made me long to return home that much more.
    As I tramped on down the street, I realized that I was getting hungrier by the second and decided to head back to my ship to get out of this damned respirator so I could eat something. It had been a very long and fruitless day—not to mention the fact that I had paid forty-five credits for a slave that I didn’t keep for more than ten minutes. I just hoped Ranata would stay put on Statzeel long enough for me to come up with a different plan. I figured I’d eat something and then sleep on it and see what else might come to mind, because at the time, I was fresh out of ideas.
    I’d left my ship parked unceremoniously on the flat plain outside the town, and even though there were no amenities whatsoever, had been charged fifteen credits to keep it there. Wondering how far away I’d have had to land to park it for free, I keyed open the hatch with my thumb and went inside, closing it quickly in a futile attempt to keep the stench out of my ship. I knew I’d have to turn the filtration system on high to clear it out before I even thought about taking off the respirator, for, hungry and slightly nauseated as I was, even a whiff of that stink would probably have been the death of me. Of course, the respirator hadn’t helped a hundred percent:
that little snit on Dadred had taken me to the cleaners on that one! I figured I ought to go back and punch the sonofabitch’s beady little yellow eyes out since it seemed I had plenty of time now—unless an inspired plan to rescue Ranata suddenly came to me like a bolt from the blue.
    I gave it a few minutes before I pulled off the respirator and plopped down in my big, comfy chair with a bowl of leftover stew. My ship was a good one, with all the amenities, which was fortunate because, on most planets, I hadn’t cared to stay in the local lodgings, some of which catered to very different creature comforts than those to which I was accustomed. I wasn’t terribly adventurous when it came to soaking in steaming mud baths, or lounging on a bed that was largely made of sharp stones, for example.
    I wondered if my slave had managed to free himself yet and I hoped he wouldn’t waste the money I’d given him on something stupid like getting drunk or getting laid. It was possibly enough to buy passage off this horrid planet if he was frugal, but who knew what a recently freed Zetithian would choose to do? I’ll admit, I was feeling a bit guilty about having left him so abruptly, thinking that I should have at least stayed long enough to find food and clothing for him and to get him loose from those god-awful restraints!
    I hadn’t admitted to myself yet that I’d left him like that because he hadn’t been able to see that I was a decent sort who would take care of him rather than abuse him. Perhaps it was the crack about having him castrated, which