A Job For the Young (TOS; Kirk/Spock)
A Zhorin
unfortunately, either the author's name wasn't on it or I unintentionally
erased it. My humblest apologies to the writer. :(
Anyway, this is the first TOS story I've seen besides "Uhura and Rand,"
so I decided to post it. Enjoy!
A JOB FOR THE YOUNG
'Spock!' The name was shouted, though not a sound was made. Kirk
would not give
his Romulan captors the satisfaction. In his head, however, he cried out
in pain. 'I must
keep control. I must not show weakness. They exploit weakness. When I
get out of this,
someone is going to pay . . . '
The seeker was starting again. Every few minutes it would pause as
if to recharge its
batteries and then begin again. The seeker was a small star-like object
that moved about by
antigravity. Meant for fencing instruction, it would dart about
occasionally diving in to give
the opponent a harmless, but painful electric shock on contact. This
seeker was no different
except that it was free to take potshots at Kirk's naked form. Kirk was
bound from the
ceiling by the wrists, his toes barely touching the floor. Unclothed, Kirk
felt the full fury of
an active seeker with no sword for defense and no clothing to soften the
shocks. It came in
for another shot.
'One. Two. Three. Four . . . ' The seeker snapped, this time in
the small of Kirk's
back. 'Five. Six. Seven . . . ' Kirk continued to count off, relying on
the simple
mathematics to save his sanity. The pain was not intolerable. In fact, it
was quite safe. Its
unpredictability and the anticipation of the next sting was wearing on him
considerably. The
seeker went into a flurry of quick strikes.
'Ten. Eleven . . . The pain. Spock, how do you control the pain?
Spock!' Some dim
portion of his awareness felt the bond. Knew that Spock was out there,
looking for him. He
also knew that nothing would stop Spock from finding him. Kirk wanted to
be brave, he
knew this was a Romulan trap to get Spock. But the pain wore away at him.
'Twel . . .
Twelve. Thirteen. What do they want? They haven't even questioned me.'
The pain went on
for a very long time.
======
"Cadet Preston. Cadet Grenni. Why are you not attending classes?"
"Uh, Captain Spock . . . sir. Which class sir?" Peter Preston
inquired.
"The class you are scheduled to be attending right now, Mr. Preston."
"Well sir," Peter answered sheepishly, "the computer says we are to
be in two classes
at the same time."
"And we didn't want to go to the wrong one sir." Grenni supplied
helpfully. "So we
didn't go to either." Unlike Spock, neither cadet had years of Vulcan
control to hide behind.
Both were very nearly drawing blood from biting down on their tongues to
suppress the grins
that were forming.
Spock's stoic look was temporarily gone. His eyes rolled back into
his head and he
visibly shivered. 'Spock. Help me!' The lapse was only momentary. On
anyone else it
would have gone unnoticed. On Spock it stood out like an attack of fever.
The cadets
stiffened, preparing for a reprisal.
"Then I suggest you, Cadet Preston, go to one class while Cadet
Grenni attends the
other. I will have the computer checked for the error."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, si,." both replied as they edged away, leaving
Spock behind.
"Did you see that look we got? Old 'stoneface' almost cracked on that
one." Grenni
said, punching the other cadet in the arm.
"Not so loud! Don't you know those pointed ears can hear through the
bulkheads?"
======
"Well, Spock, what am I going to do with you?"
Spock had withdrawn into a sullen silence. His averted eyes said
volumes. Shame was
in those eyes. Kirk had seen the look before. Ten long years ago.
'Captain, lock me away. I do not wish to be seen. I cannot explain
further. No
Vulcan could.'
"It's the pon farr, isn't it Spock?" Kirk's only reply was a nod from
the Vulcan, eyes
still lowered. The shame and anguish were evident. "What do we do about
it, Spock? You
must tell me." Spock looked up as it to reply, but turned around after
their eyes made
contact. He looked up and down, alternating between the sky and the
ground as if figuring
an equation but having no courage to state it. Finally he spoke.
"I regret that nothing can be done. This outpost is too far from
Vulcan. Even if the
Enterprise were here I could not get home in time."
"Then you can be helped. But how? Your betrothal to T'Pring was
challenged. Would
she . . . help you?"
"No," Spock whispered, "she has bonded with Stonn and is free of me.
There are
other Vulcans trained to . . . supply the needs of plak tow without a
bondmate."
"If it can be done on Vulcan, it can be done here too." Kirk said.
"I'm sure we could
make some kind of arrangements. Every outpost has a few 'working women'
available for a
price."
"No!" Spock turned about and looked at Kirk for the first time in the
conversation. "I
cannot allow that."
"I assure you that it can be done with discretion. I have had some,
uh, experience in
these matters."
"My embarrassment is not the problem here." Spock said emphatically.
"No human
female would survive the experience." Kirk could appreciate that. Almost a
decade ago the
two were locked in mortal combat over an icy Vulcan bitch that didn't want
either of them.
In the heat of plak tow, Spock was fully capable of killing anyone who
stood in the way and
in fact thought he had killed his captain.
"Well Spock, what am I going to do with you?" With the repeated
question, Spock
repeated his forlorn expression. Once again looking down at his feet, he
took on a helpless
air.
"Hide me, Jim. I do not wish to be seen. Confine me so I cannot hurt
anyone."
"Spock. Please. I cannot do that! You need a doctor."
"No! There is nothing they can do but poke and prod, hoping to
satisfy their human
curiosity. I will not allow it!" Spock was getting very agitated. Kirk
became concerned.
'Perhaps I should do as he asks.' Kirk thought. 'When he is un
conscious I can move
him.'
======
"Doctor McCoy?"
"Yes, Spock?"
"I will be leaving the academy for a time. Will you look after the
cadets in my
absence?"
"Yes, of course. Where are you going?"
"To assist Admiral Kirk." Spock stopped briefly. "He is to bring the
new polytronic
computer components here for programming."
"You've been looking forward to that, haven't you? You're probably
one of the few
that Starfleet has capable of doing it." McCoy's voice trailed off at
Spock's inattention. The
Vulcan did not even seem to be aware of his surroundings.
'Spock! The pain!'
"What's the matter, Mr. Spock? You look pale even for a Vulcan."
"I assure you I am fine, Doctor."
"It's Jim isn't it? You can always tell when he's in trouble. Ever
since that hand-
holding incident after you mind-melded with V'ger I've wondered about you
two. And now
you're going to race across the universe to rescue him. Do you want my
help?"
"Yes, Doctor. You can help me by taking this class of cadets in hand
during my
absence."
"Somehow I thought you'd say that . . . "
======
Spock had been unconscious for several minutes. The plak tow madness
now held
him hostage. He had nearly strangled from thrashing in the one-piece gray
uniform he was
wearing, so Kirk removed it. The now inert body was hot to the touch.
Even hotter than
normal. Removing the clothing seemed to help. The act awakened him.
"Jim, thank you. I wished to die without shame and you have allowed
it."
"Spock, I . . . "
"Please Jim, let me finish while I still maintain some control. You
have shown me
many things, but the greatest of them was your love and respect. I have
been, and always
shall be . . . your friend." Spock's voice narrowed to a harsh whisper and
then a violent cry
of pain. Kirk took his hand to comfort him. The grip was enormous, but
Kirk held on.
Only a few months before he had held Spock's hand like this in the
sickbay.
"This. Simple feeling." It would have to sustain him. Kirk ran his
free hand across
Spock's forehead to smooth a few wry locks of hair there. Spock shivered.
In this state his
senses must be very aware.
It was happening. Kirk noted that Spock was beginning to have an
erection. Each
double heartbeat caused the organ to expand a little further. Spock had
proportions that would
put most men to shame, Kirk included. He thought of covering Spock with a
sheet but
remembering the Vulcan's raw nerves, decided against it.
It appeared that some part of Spock still tried to maintain control,
but his body was
rapidly taking over. For a few minutes he would calm down, breathing with
an effort, then
he would go into spasms fighting against the bonds. As time went by the
spasms became
longer than the calm times. Kirk now noticed Spock's gonads. They moved
and churned
within the scrotum. "Fascinating" was the word that came to Kirk's mind.
Kirk knew his
own balls moved in their sack like that, but ever so slowly. Spock's were
turning about like
caged animals.
'This is Spock, dammit, not some laboratory animal! He's going to
die, and here you
are studying him.'
Spock's words kept ringing in his ears: "You must endeavor to accept
that which you
cannot change." But Spock was dying. Something must be done. Kirk
thought about his
fascination with Spock's balls. It was more than simple curiosity. He
had had men, but the
idea of having sex with Spock had never occurred to him before. It was
best to avoid such
relationships between good friends, lest they sour and become bitter. And
Spock's Vulcan
reserve would never allow it. The idea intrigued Kirk more.
"No human female would survive the experience." But what about me, a
man. And
what about Spock. If we both survive, would he still "respect" me, or
would shame and
anguish overcome him? Kirk did not wish to think about such matters. His
friend was
dying, and he was going to do something about it. If Spock rejected him
afterward, at least
he would be alive to do it.
The human now reached for the Vulcan, lightly massaging as if to
brush away the
pain. The touch affected Spock like fire. He strained against the bonds,
a low guttural moan
ensuing. Kirk began with the arms, working toward the shoulders, his own
temperature
rising. Feverishly he began exploring more of Spock's body, surveying it
all. Kirk could
not believe his own actions. He had never gone after a man with such
pitch before. Then he
began to notice when Spock moaned, he did too. Spock must be emanating
powerful
emotions, which he was picking up by the physical contact. The bond!
Spock needed to
bond with someone. Throwing away his clothes, Kirk bent over the Vulcan
and held his face
in his hands.
'Spock! Reach out for me!' Only waves of lust and desire surged
through him. He
bent lower and kissed Spock, letting the desire flood through them both.
Now he was
falling. At least it felt like falling. Kirk was aware of himself and
Spock in the room and
they were falling. The room must be falling. But it couldn't.
'I must be entering Spock's mind.' Kirk thought. But it was never
like this in a
mind-link before.
The initial feeling of vertigo passed. What was left was a constant
stream of emotions
and equations seemingly at random. Spock had no control left. Always
before in a
mind-link, Spock's well-ordered mind took over. This time Kirk was the
only stable
influence. 'Perhaps after the physical needs are taken care of, the mind
will clear itself.'
Kirk climbed into the bed where Spock was restrained. There was
little room except
for the space between the Vulcan's legs. Kirk began the gentle rubbing
again, down Spock's
chest, through the forest of hair there to his penis. The feeling was
strange, for he
experienced both the giving and the receiving. Lightly, very lightly he
stroked the cock. The
touch burned like fire. The fire fueled the desire. Rubbing faster now,
he kissed it,
beginning at the base near the balls and working his way up. At the top
his tongue darted
out and tasted it. He licked the head with broad strokes, finally
concentrating on the little
patch of flesh just below the head on the underside. All of this he could
feel through Spock
as if it were happening to him as well.
Spock's thoughts did not intrude, as if the waves of emotion were all
that made him
up. The desire was doing its thing. Kirk wanted him more than anything
in the universe. He
began sucking on the cock; first just the head, then more. Up and down he
went, taking in as
much as he could. He made a fist with his hand holding the base and
pumping in time with
the rhythm of his mouth. Both men were in the fever now, Kirk going down,
Spock
straining up to meet him. The cock went in and out like a piston, faster
and faster. Then
orgasm. Both men crying out, Kirk choking on the sperm. The release was
incredible. The
tingling seemed to go on forever. Kirk had never experienced anything
like it before.
Trying to relax into a more comfortable position he saw that he had also
come. He drifted
off into a light sleep.
======
"I'm sorry, Captain Spock, all we know is that they took off in a
private freighter and
headed toward uncharted space." It was Commander Kyle. He was once the
transporter chief
on the Enterprise before his commission. Chief Rand now held that
position. Kyle was
assigned the delicate task of assembling the components of the Polytronics
computer by
transporter. He was the last man to see Admiral Kirk, forced by threats
of the Admiral's
death if he did not beam them aboard the freighter.
"Were they followed?" Spock asked.
"A scout ship was sent out, but they were fired upon and damaged. We
sent probes
to follow and they were fired upon as well. One did go unnoticed and
followed them to the
range of its telemetry. The ship did not deviate from its course even
after it left the range of
our scanners."
"Has the course been plotted?" "Yes sir, and there are no known
systems in its path.
Although that sector is largely unexplored. It's possible there might be
one."
======
'Jim, you have shamed me.'
"What?" Kirk exclaimed. "Spock, did you say something?"
"You bonded yourself to me." Spock replied. "I feel compelled to
take you like an
animal. It is so . . . distasteful." Kirk heard the words ring inside his
head as they were
spoken. But the thoughts were infinitely more complex in their meaning
than any spoken
words could convey. It was the bond-link.
'Can you hear my thoughts?'
'Yes, Jim, bonded as we are now, within physical proximity, and
without barriers,
our minds are one.'
'This is delightful. How long will it last?'
'Forever, unless one of us bonds with another. The direct sharing
will probably stop
when the pon farr time is over.'
'You mean there is more?'
'Yes. It will continue for days. The coupling will become more
intense each time
until it peaks and then recedes again.'
'But you are thinking so clearly now. I thought it was over.'
'This time is called the cren tow--the time of reflection. It makes
the plak tow even
harder to bear.'
'I don't know, Spock. That plak tow didn't seem so bad. I enjoyed
it.'
'Spoken like a true human, Jim.'
'Why, Mister Spock, you do have a sense of humor!' Kirk played with
Spock's chest
hair affectionately. It brought forth a flutter in each of them.
'Jim, you bring on plak tow with these actions. Please help me.
Stop!'
'I'll help you, all right!' Kirk pulled himself across Spock, gently
supporting himself
with knees and elbows. He kissed the Vulcan passionately, tasting the lips
and savoring it.
He opened his mouth and darted his tongue lovingly. The other followed
suit, locked in
passion. They both had erections and began rubbing against each other.
The sensations were
seductive and fevered. Faster and faster they went, their bodies
threatening to melt together.
The pace became frantic until that glorious moment of ecstasy overcame
them. Both cocks
squirted their juice and landed in little puddles on Spock's chest. Kirk
relaxed and laid
heavily on that chest, and they both sighed contentedly.
======
The stolen freighter was no match for the Vulcan shuttle with its
warp-drive sled.
Spock had followed in the same direction the freighter left in and found
that they still had not
altered course. This could only mean that they intended to be found. Of
course, a starship
had been summoned, but the nearest ship would not be here for days. Spock
did not wait.
Taking an ample supply of food and medical supplies, he went after the
freighter in the
shuttle. Obviously, the larger scanners of the stolen ship had located the
shuttle long before
its smaller sensors could. A very strong tractor beam used for moving
cargo had taken hold
of the shuttle and began to draw it in. Just as the shuttle's scanners
had identified the
freighter to be the F.S. Marten, Spock ejected a recorder bouy. Hopefully
the bouy had not
been caught in the same tractor beam. Throughout the towing, the Romulans
maintained
communications silence. They made no attempts to hail the shuttle, nor
did they answer any
of Spock's calls. Whatever their plans were, they would reveal them in
good time.
======
'Spock, are you awake?' Kirk stirred, stretching sore muscles. He
began to realize
that much of the pain was not in his own body, but Spock's. The Vulcan had
lain strapped to
the bed for a full day now. Kirk rubbed Spock's arms to smooth out the
strain.
'Yes, Jim, I am awake. Please stop, it feels quite soothing, but I
fear it will bring on
the fever too soon.'
'Are you hungry? I am starved.'
'You know as a Vulcan, I can go for days without food, nor could I
keep it down in
this condition. Before the pon farr began I purged myself. It is standard
practice.'
'I should remove your restraints so your circulation can return.'
'No! The worst is not yet over.'
'Is there anything I can do for you?'
'A little water perhaps.' Very carefully, Kirk got up and poured some
water from a
pitcher into a small cup. Lovingly he lifted Spock's head and held the
cup to his lips.
'We'll get through this, you'll see.'
======
The shuttle was brought into an empty cargo hold within the Marten.
Seeing no point
in resistance, he began gathering the medical supplies. When everything
was in order, he
pressurized the hatch and opened it. A squad of armed Romulans was
waiting for him.
Holding his hands out to show he had no weapons, he raised one in the
Vulcan salute. The
leer of the senior officer indicated that he found the salute offensive.
He motioned several of
the men to board the ship. Spock began to descend the ramp.
"Halt!" yelled the officer. "You will remain there until we have
checked for
detonation devices. If your craft is a bomb, you will go up with it."
"I assure you . . . " Spock began.
"Silence! I will not listen to a Vulcan coward." The bomb squad
brought their
equipment in and checked the ship thoroughly. When they were satisfied,
they escorted Spock
to a storeroom and shoved him inside.
"Spock! You're here!" It was Kirk. He was lying naked on the floor
across the room.
He was shivering. Spock held him in his arms, away from the cold floor.
"It's a trap. It has to be, Spock. They didn't ask me anything . . .
Just tied me up and
left me with that seeker every four hours. It's you they want, I know it.
They used me to
get to you . . . " His voice trailed off into exhaustion. The body went
limp and the
trembling stopped. He slept and Spock continued to hold him tenderly.
======
Spock fought the restraints savagely. He was now in the height of
the madness. Kirk
could feel it, too. Each of Spock's bouts came a little sooner than the
last. A part of Kirk
wanted to rest, a part wanted it to never end. Through the bond he felt
Spock's desire to
couple. It was overpowering. Kirk, too, wanted it, needed to know Spock
inside of him. But
he hesitated.
'Once I touch him, make physical contact, there will be no stopping.
His desire will
overtake me. He said no human woman could endure it. What about me?'
Spock's need
called to him. It hurt like being squeezed in a vice.
'It isn't Spock, is it. It is me. I have never done this before.'
Kirk did not know what
to do with himself. He was torn.
'Why am I so afraid? It is just a simple sex act. Spock is tied
down, he cannot hurt
me.' Still the doubt persisted. Spock began tugging at his restraints.
He looked as if
someone were torturing him. Then he stopped. His muscles were taunt,
straining against the
straps. He did not breathe. It seemed an eternity had gone by and he
still did not breathe.
"Spock! Breathe, dammit. Breathe!" Kirk pressed on his chest. The
Vulcan exhaled,
gasping for air. Kirk breathed again himself. Spock wanted him. Spock
could have him.
Their minds were one, the physical act would complete it.
Kirk climbed into the bed once again. He sat above the Vulcan, knees
on either side
of Spock's ribs. He smoothed Spock's hair gently with his hands, running
his fingers around
those unique ears. Once again they kissed. Kirk applied a generous
amount of lubricant to
Spock's organ. Both men gasped at the action. He did the same to his own
cock. Sliding
forward, he positioned himself above the Vulcan and held Spock's erection
to his anus.
Slowly he sat back, allowing it to enter. The pain of the stretching hurt
too much and he sat
up again. Absently, Kirk stroked his own tool, wondering what to do now.
The pain had
subsided, replaced by the sensations of his hands. He decided to try
again. Once again he
went down, this time rubbing his cock as he did. He was much more relaxed
this time. The
pain returned, but he just stopped for a moment , stroked himself and
continued on. Kirk
began to work at it earnestly now. The feeling was nice, even for
himself. And he could
feel through Spock as well. There was a sharing here. The oral sex was
nice in its own
way, but this was more intimate. Kirk could feel that Spock was well on
his way to climax.
It seemed that each time one would come, the other would too. Both men
were now
experiencing the urgency. They began to pump furiously now. Kirk from
above, Spock from
below. Kirk's prostrate was really taking a pounding, it sparked his
desire even further. The
furious coupling reached its peak and both men experienced the exquisite
joy of their
merging. Loudly, they both moaned of the pleasure, locked in both mind and
body, they
reveled in it. Kirk relaxed and once again lay heavily on Spock, this time
with the Vulcan
within him.
======
"Commander." Spock said. "I am honored to meet you once again." He
stood before
her, knowing her name but not speaking it. This time he knew it was more
than destiny that
brought them together.
"It would appear that you, Mr. Spock, are to be honored as well. For
you know my
name and its implications, yet neither you nor your Federation have
exploited it."
"Such matters are not of military concern." Spock replied, glancing
at the guard.
"Having your cloaking device stolen was embarrassment enough for you."
"You will leave now," she said to the guard, "Mr. Spock is an
honorable man. I will
be safe." In Romulan fashion, the guard backed out the door into the
corridor. "I was wary
of you at first, Spock, because I believed you would use my secret against
me. But nothing
has come of it."
"Logic would dictate that your safe return to your Empire would be
better for galactic
peace than any military gain of revealing your true identity. I suspected
that you had lied.
But obviously you would not have returned to the Empire alive if you were
not genuinely the
Praetor's daughter."
"This is true, Spock." She motioned for him to sit. "But you are
probably wondering
why I invited you here. Logically, you should have left Kirk to his own
fate."
"My logic often fails me where my friend is concerned. I assume you
wish me to
program the Polytronic computer you have stolen."
"Correct. I think the computer will be a fair trade for our cloaking
device. Plus, I
get you and James Kirk in the bargain."
"I will do nothing for you until you release him."
"Wrong, Spock. I will not release him until you program the
computer."
======
Kirk woke up stiff and sore. Not all the pain was his own; his arms
and legs hurt
where Spock was tied to the bed. It had been several days since the pon
farr had began and
both men knew it was subsiding. Through the bond, Kirk knew that Spock
was regaining
control even during plak tow. Judging Spock to be safe, he removed the
restraints and
massaged the sore areas. Spock moaned softly in his sleep and curled up on
his side for the
first time in days. Kirk laid down beside him and held him in his arms,
stroking the hair on
his chest. Spock rolled over, opening his eyes and coming awake. As he
came to
consciousness, Kirk could feel his mind awakening through the bond.
'Jim, you have removed the restraints.'
'Yes, Spock. I have.'
'The pon farr is not yet over.'
'I know. But the worst seems to be past, and I can trust you.'
'That is comforting. I wish to . . . thank you for . . . helping me
through this time.
It has been most disquieting.'
'I agree that it has not been a real bed of rose petals, but I am
glad to have helped
you. You are special to me, Spock, and I could not see you die.'
'You are filled with anguish and worry, Jim. You need not be. What
is done is
done.'
'Mastery of the Unavoidable?'
'Precisely. And between two who are t'hy'la there is no shame.' The
concept of
t'hy'la rang like a bell. It meant brother and friend, but in this form
it meant lover. Kirk
swooned and Spock fell with him into it.
'I love you, Spock. I may not be in love WITH you, but I do love what
you are.'
Thinking in Standard could not begin to relay the concept.
'I accept it, Jim. As a Vulcan I should not understand it, but I do.
I cannot return
love physically beyond the pon farr, but I will always be your friend.'
The two men
embraced each other for the first time, holding on to each other tightly
as only two men
could do. They made passionate love to each other, wishing it to never
end.
======
"Tell me, Mr. Spock, how did you get the Romulan Commander to let
you and Jim
go?" McCoy asked.
"The recorder bouy I ejected before my capture was found by Starfleet
and it told
them what course the freighter had changed to. When the Romulans were
confronted with
such a large attack force, they had little choice."
"I'm glad to see you both made it okay. Why didn't they go down in a
fight? I
thought that was the Romulan way."
"Because, Bones," Kirk replied, "I gave them my assurance that they
could take the
Polytronic computer home if they would release us and leave peacefully."
"And you LET them?"
"Yes, Doctor." Spock answered. "The computer is useless for any
practical
applications." McCoy was confused. The Polytronic computer was the the
discovery of the
century and his friends had just given it to the Romulans. Now they said
it was no good.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Well, Bones." Jim said. "It's too fragile. Spock can tell you
better than me."
"Unlike the digital computers that have been in use for the last
one-hundred years, the
Polytronic computer does not use binary arithmetic. Rather than having
two states--on and
off--it has unlimited energy potentials, somewhat like the energy synapses
of the brain. The
components are designed on the molecular level and are so delicate that
even movement or
light particles can destroy them."
"In short," Kirk cut in, "their act of stealing it destroyed it. Of
course, they won't
know that until they take it back to their scientists."
"That poor Romulan lady." McCoy looked at them both. "Foiled again by
this pair."
"Aptly put, Doctor. But not precise. That Romulan was no lady,"
Spock countered.
McCoy simply groaned at the pun and excused himself. The two Starfleet
officers were left
to themselves.
"Thank you Mr. Spock."
"It was the logical thing to do." The conversation abruptly stopped,
leaving an
awkward silence. Both men stood behind walls of unspoken words. But their
eyes spoke
volumes. Kirk looked tired and worn.
"Galloping among the cosmos is a job for the young. Come along, Mr.
Spock. Let's
go mind the store."
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Leitoa
> I found this story via FTP (I don't remember where, now);
>unfortunately, either the author's name wasn't on it or I unintentionally
>erased it. My humblest apologies to the writer. :(
>A JOB FOR THE YOUNG
> "My embarrassment is not the problem here." Spock said emphatically.
>"No human
>female would survive the experience."
> "No human female would survive the experience." But what about me, a
>man. ..."
And I was so enjoying this story until then. ARGH!
Piglet
Alara Rogers
>>> "My embarrassment is not the problem here." Spock said emphatically.
>>>"No human
>>>female would survive the experience."
Aleph Press
: In article <hy06CA...@delphi.com>, Alara Rogers <aj...@delphi.com> wrote:
: Please be careful with the attributions, Alara. I did not write
: that bit of text that has my name above it, but you might give people
: the impression that I did.
: -Mike Miller
Sorry about that, Mike. I hate it when people do that to me, too. It's
just that Delphi doesn't let you see the attributions (by the time you
can see them, you can't edit them out), so if you *do* screw up, you
can't fix it. I'd switch to Netcom full time if it would only open a
local node in Poughkeepsie...
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Alara Rogers, Aleph Press