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bulls-suddenly-locked-in-the-same-pasture male thing.
    It didn’t last overly long.
    At the elevator, they were joined by two female agents. The ride down was uninterrupted and longer in length.
    They stepped out into a lower parking level. Five large black, passenger vehicles waited with motors running. Vicky was escorted to the fourth one in line as the agents with her joined those waiting in the cars.
    She was asked to fasten her seat belt. She did.
    Then the ride got exciting.
    In the screeching race up three floors of parking, her ride changed from fourth to second to third in line. This game of musical cars continued when they hit the street. She wondered about the wisdom of her being in the lead car or the trailing car, but while driving five minutes to the Hilton, her car changed its place in line at just about every block.
    “Are they taking this too seriously, or am I at this much risk?” Vicky asked the commander.
    He smiled. “I don’t see a problem.”
    The hotel was much like the City Hall. She was taken to the lowest parking level, then whisked up an elevator to the top floor.
    “I have the shower while you talk security,” she declared, and was lathering up nicely in a spectacularly luxurious shower a minute later. The needlelike hot water washed off the tension of the morning, leaving her pink both in skin and mind . . . and delighting at the thought of sharing it with the commander when the time came.
    Said commander came into the bathroom as she was getting out of the shower.
    “All measures have been arranged,” was all he got out before she threw herself on him, wet and willing. His shipsuit was already in need of washing, so getting it wet certainly was a minor thing. She wrapped her legs around him as he stumbled back into the bedroom.
    “Things are a bit different from the ship,” he managed to mutter as her tongue explored his mouth.
    Things were. No doubt she weighed more.
    And there were two female agents across the bedroom.
    One turned beet red.
    The other, maybe a bit older, ushered the younger out and closed the door firmly behind them.
    The commander fell backward into a large, fluffy bed. Vicky quickly lost herself in fulfilling all the promises she’d made him. She added some extras as a special reward for his outstanding performance in the hours since they’d docked at High St. Petersburg station.
    It was a very pleasant hour and ended with her showing him just how delightful the shower was.

CHAPTER 9
    V ICKY’S computer announced the arrival of Mannie’s grandmadre. “She has clothes for you. The Senior Agent in Charge also has clothes for the commander.”
    The bathroom offered fluffy robes. The commander helped Vicky into one, then quickly slipped into the other as she went to meet their public.
    Grandmadre had brought Vicky a simple business suit and skirt in soft earth tones. Everything, from bra to skirt, was exactly one size too small.
    “I may have erred a bit when asked your sizing,” the commander admitted.
    His set of dress greens fit him perfectly.
    “I know just the store for you,” Grandmadre assured Vicky.
    That store was their first stop. It was small and quiet but as modern as any on Greenfeld. Vicky’s measurements were quickly taken by lasers.
    The store also had an amazing quantity of merchandise. Apparently, what was in the store could be augmented by a quick run across the street or a duck down the alley.
    The staff ducked and ran a lot.
    The senior of the two female agents insisted Vicky addballistic protection to her ordered clothes, a recommendation supported by her own Senior Agent in Charge and Commander Schlieffen.
    A beige suit that actually fit was quickly produced . . . with protection.
    Vicky sighed as she put it on. She’d always been well rounded. Now her curves had padding.
    The commander assured her she looked very cuddly.
    A similar power suit, this one in red, was just as quickly made for her, armor and all.
    Vicky balked when