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Universe 1, June 17, 2497 at the Alien a*******n Service…
“I am Toorg.”
Erin looked up at the handsome, blond guard who had been assigned to her. The man was shirtless today, just like he’d been every other day she’d been there. Handsome as sin the man was, and there were so many like him here that her woman senses stayed on overload from all the man candy strutting around on display.
“Yes, I know who ya are, Toorg. Good morning to ya.”
“I am Toorg,” he said more cheerily.
Erin said nothing more even though he smiled even harder at her, because saying anything else would merely prompt an additional repeat. Nate told her Toorg had several English phrases he used for normal self expression, but he only spoke the one with her.
“Let’s go see Angus,” Erin said, knowing it was permitted
