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“Jerome, it’s twenty-three hundred hours and forty-five minutes. Time to prepare.”
Jerome had been dozing on the couch, which surprised him as he was very excited about what the next hour or so would hold. He’d never coupled before. Of course, he knew the theory – most of it, anyway – but putting the theory into practice was an entirely different kettle of fish. Would he be any good at it? Would Kat enjoy it? Would he enjoy it?
“Thanks, Chrono. Wish me luck.”
Jerome said this without any expectation of any meaningful response but, in a rare departure from its normal non-interactive state, the chronometer responded with something other than pure factual information.
“Good luck indeed, Jerome.”
The shower was very busy that night. Jerome was a hygienic individual but to take two show
