Amazons on Planet Nine
By Davina Lee
I step up onto the porch of a well-maintained bungalow in one of the nicer areas of town and lay my finger atop the glowing doorbell that beckons in the fading light of afternoon. The autumn air has turned cooler and I hug myself to conserve warmth as I wait.
I hope this isn’t some spoiled rich kid expecting me to write their term paper. That had become a problem lately with this internet consulting thing. But on the bright side, at least it got my nose out of a book and me out of my apartment for a change.
The door is opened by an attractive young woman about my age, or maybe a little older. As I stand there trying to take in her features without being too obvious about it, I think about how I just might be able to work up the motivation to ghostwr
