"ROBERT!"

  Robert smiled as he listened to the hard roll in the 'R' of his name. He didn't have to look away from the interior of one of the large Galley refrigerators as he answered.

  "GUSTAVO!"

  "Hey hey! What's happenin' there stud?"

  He stood up and looked over at one of ship's security officers, at one of his closest friends. He had never totally gotten used to Gus's quick method of speaking, but it had become easier to understand over time.

  "Just grabbing a few things for Ramirez. She's, uh ... she's got quite an appetite."

  "I hear ya' buddy. So, how are things goin'?"

  Robert shrugged, his smile dropping a shy notch.

  "She's scared Gus; I know she wouldn't really like me saying such, but it's true."

  Gus patted him on the shoulder.

  "I understand hermano. She's stronger than most of us, but this can't be easy on her." He watched Robert pull out a large bowl of grapes from a lower shelf. "At least she has you to help her through all of this. Gryphon doesn't really have anybody and I'm not sure what Heather has."

  "Maybe you should go and be there for her."

  "Nah, she was cute once; but I prefer chiquitas."

  "Chiquitas?"

  "Smaller women," Gus nodded with a hint of lewdness, "the cute little girls."

  Robert watched him wiggle the straight and black brows over his dark brown eyes. He rather envied the sparse mustache that Gus had; he could never seem to grow any appreciable facial hair and had, what many of the other crewmembers called, 'a baby face.' Ramirez seemed to like it though and that was good enough for him.

  "You are so bizarre."

  Gus shrugged.

  "Can't help it; I know what I want. But you're lucky, Ramirez is a babe and one bad ass punta."

  "Do I want to know what that means?"

  Gus shook his head as he smiled. He opened the refrigerator again and took out a large bottle of purified water.

  "All you need to know is that I'm going to check up on Kim. She's got tomorrow off and I thought I'd see if she needs a healthy dose of the Gustavo." Gus did his little dance, holding the bottle of water over his head with toned arms as he grooved.

  "It's kind of late for that isn't it?"

  "No para el Gustavo, amigo."

  Robert couldn't help but laugh. He picked up his tray of food and started to head for the doors.

  "Well, let's not keep the girls waiting. Kim isn't far from Ramirez's quarters."

  "So what's your plan?" Gus fell beside his friend as they headed for one of the numerous lifts.

  "I'm kind of tired, but I want to spend as much time with her as possible. I don't know when I'll get a chance to see her again. I know we should hit port in a few days but..."

  "Pero no tu sabes. That's cool."

  "I just wish I could go with her."

  "I know you do Rob. You got your job though and sometimes it has to take precedence."

  Robert braced himself as the lift they had just entered jerked into motion, the grapes in his bowl settling with the sudden shift in inertia.

  "I don't mind that."

  "De veras?"

  The lift stopped and Robert shook his head as the gate opened.

  "No."

  They stepped out together as Gus laughed to himself, their thick boots clicking against the hollow floor in unison. The corridor was dimly lit in the evening hours of ship operation and they could feel the steady thrumming of the Necronomicon's engines through the deck plates as they walked. Robert stopped himself in front of the door to Ramirez's quarters and closed his eyes.

  "Bueno suerte Roberto. Though, I don't think you'll need it."

  "Thanks Gus, good luck with Kim tonight, too."

  "I don't think I'll need that either."

  They smiled at each other and Gus gave a silent wave. He turned away from his friend and heard the light swish of the door opening and closing behind him. He locked his eyes on another door before him and felt the familiar butterflies beginning to roam about in his stomach as it came closer. He brought his left hand near his face and squinted at the fingers as they trembled.

  Gus swallowed as he clenched them into a fist and took in a deep breath. His body calmed somewhat and he looked up at Kim's nameplate with an uncomfortable grin. He reached for the chime on a nearby panel just as a speaker crackled.

  "Gus? Are you there?"

  He sighed, his arm dropping to his side.

  "This is Gustavo, what is it George?"

  "Hey there dude. You up for a quick game of racquetball?"

  Gus looked again at Kim's door and felt his stomach roll one more time; he turned away.

  "Sure, I'll meet you on the holodeck in about five minutes."

  "I'll have the program up and running."

  Gus began to walk away. His shivering was already starting to subside and his smile returned, the thin mustache above it stretching across his widening cheeks.

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  The room went dark as the door shut behind Robert's back. He set down the bowl of grapes on a nearby table he knew was there and tried to look around.

  "Uh, honey?"

  He heard a mild scraping and a flicker of light appeared through a nearby doorway, dimly illuminating the frame and small table beside it.

  "I'm in the bedroom, lover."

  Robert swallowed. Her playful voice giggled and he felt his knees quiver as he tried to walk toward it. He smelled the faint scent of sulfur and knew she was burning some in one of her small braziers that she was so fond of keeping. He stepped around the corner; feeling his way around a small table and found Ramirez.

  She was smiling down on him from inside the bedroom. Her body had grown to well over seven feet in height and her hardened body glowed a deep bronze in the simple heat of the brazier she cupped in her hands. Her long limbs glistened with fine oil and the deep lines of definition stood proudly as Robert gazed at her, bare-breasted in the firelight.

  The sulfur crackled and a spark flew up, brightening her face. Her stomach was a solid and tall plain that traveled down to the soft patch of fur and the beginnings of her long thighs. They tensed as she began to walk forward. Robert was slightly startled at the movement of so much heavenly body that he took an involuntary step backward. He looked back up to her face, afraid he may have hurt her feelings; but she just giggled.

  "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." One of her eyebrows raised and her smile broadened. "Not unless you want me to."

  Robert reached forward and took the brazier from her before setting it down. He took hold of her fingers and tried to guide her gently to the bed. He met with resistance and heard her softly laughing; he looked back at her and saw her arm outstretched towards him as he still pulled upon it. He was unable to budge her incredible body and she just looked at him as he vainly tried.

  Ramirez pulled on his arm and effortlessly pulled him towards her. He found himself pressed against a wide plain of sweet and feminine flesh, a wall of toned muscle and firm breasts. The oil that covered her body gave her the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine and he closed his eyes as it played over his senses. There was so much of her and he stretched his arms around her back in an effort to hold on to her tightly. He looked up to her wide eyes as she was still smiling; her dark hair fell about her broad shoulders as she gazed down from almost a foot over him.

  "We're not going to bed my love."

  "We're not?"

  "No, I've made us something special over here." Ramirez began to walk away. Robert was still grasping her hand and was pulled along with her as she moved to the other side of the bedroom. The faux fireplace was lit and burning with holographic flames as heat radiated from electrified coils. A small speaker behind it all snapped with an audible pop and sparks flew upward.

  In front of it, illuminated in the shifting flames, were blankets of thick furs. They were soft to the touch and lay before them on the ground with large down pillows. Ramirez knelt down, the thick muscles of her legs tensing, and she picked up a long and brown fur and draped it about her shoulders. She leaned forward, clasping the loose ends to her breast, and grinned ferally at Robert, her strong arms bulging slightly as she clenched her fist over the fabric.

  "I thought we'd have a little fun."

  Robert swallowed and knelt down as he smiled.

  "My barbarian queen, what is your command?"

  Ramirez lifted one of her long legs and gently pushed him back with a soft foot against his shoulder. He fell against the furs and she stepped forward, holding him down with her right foot on his chest as she towered over him, her cute face a foot away from the ceiling.

  "I order you to strip naked and pleasure me until the sun comes up." She leaned down, the pressure form her leg increasing slightly as her long toes dug into his skin playfully. "And I know I'm a big and growing girl so it may be a daunting task. Are you ... up, for it?"

  Robert lifted his arms and wrapped his fingers around the solid pillar of her calf. With a quick twist, he pulled her down to the furs alongside him. He knew she could have easily countered him; even at her normal size he could not have bested her skill, but she lay there smiling on her back as he climbed on top of her huge form.

  She smiled at him and her eyes went wide as she felt the firm column of manhood that was swollen against her thigh, rubbing the cotton of his shorts against her smooth skin.

  "I guess you are. I don't think I should be surprised."

  Her voice had only become slightly deeper, but she had always known how to entice him with her sensual and sultry tones.

  "If what Vanessa says is true, I want to pleasure as much as I still can. Soon you may be too big for me."

  "Oh," she nibbled playfully at his shoulder, "I don't think we'll ever have to worry about that. Besides," she felt his own bare feet sliding around her knees as he kissed her, "you may be a little smaller now, but soon I think you may be just the right size."

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