It would be, if the end came, her last resort to save him.
Krull seemed in a haze as he leered at THE BUBBLE through his bay windows. Perhaps he was fantasying about living within it and now carrying two mugs of her special brew and a small plate of Papaya and Orange slices, Krull felt her before he saw her.
If anything she was cat like. Her foot prints almost never held an audible beat to them. Krull turned, smiled as he watched her in her low slug sarong approach him.
Once alongside of him she smiled and handed him his black tea brew. She took his hand, and began to lead him to their Video area and the bed awaiting them there, she whispered.
“Drink, come, shall we go Virtual tonight darling?”
Sipping at his tea and allowing her to lead him across the loft, he said.
“Yes, someplace
