Stop! Alain, just slow down for a minute. Let me see if I've got this straight." Tracee was propped up in the modest room's bed, sipping on an oversized goblet of water while nibbling at a fruit that on Earth might have passed for a plum.
"Okay," Sparr said, allowing himself a smile. A day of rest and enough to eat had helped revive Tracee. It would take a while for her to fully recover, but her energy was returning. So was her appetite for teasing Sparr.
Tracee continued. "So, during your time on this garden spot of a planet, you've held the following jobs." She held up both hands and began counting off, raising one finger at a time. "Gladiator, some kind of s*x slave at a church, a caravan guard, drone killer-for-hire, ship designer, timber marketing consultant, and hunter. Did I miss
