Itchless Rash On Groin

Reunion

Holy Spirit of Princess, to the starbase 268

Clio Maeve and embraced each other with affection and a little 'to rush, they were five years that were not on board the ship, and be on board the Spirit of Princess was a source of nostalgic memories, Clio had seen with pleasure his other god-daughter, Helen, and had also noticed it had grown by now.
"Clio, you could at least have pity on us mere organic creatures come out and get a couple of wrinkles on her face that beautiful you? "Maeve said, laughing in spite of all happy to find something stable in his life.
" I tried, but all complained, so I let it go. To my students then I do not like getting old ... especially to my former students. "
" They're right, Aunt Clio, you're beautiful and you can stay with this aspect you need to keep it forever. "
Clio grimaced mixed with a smile and embraced life to the girl who had taken between arms more than once.
"So how are you teaching?" said Maeve.
Clio smiled happily: "It's all right ... I really like. You did well to propose my name for that place at the academy. "
Maeve smiled:" You're the best. "
It was nearly twenty years Clio Pk-23 was recognized sentient, had worked in various missions in several of the ordidi Maeve, then five years ago after a chat rather than illuminating the hidden desires of Clio, Maeve had brought the woman holographic for a teaching position at the Academy of bioengineering. It was the best thing for Clio.
"Kalt News?"
"It should already be based on boarding waiting for the cruise if I am right."
"On Starbase 268?"
"Yes, I wanted to go on vacation with the cruise ... a little 'holiday takes .... or at least keep telling me so." Clio said with a grin, thinking of someone who had speigato what was on vacation many years ago. He smiled at the memory. They had a nice story, then it was over, but had remained friends, but ... sometimes tried to relax, and when he saw were some good talks. Clio knew that it was therapeutic for him: she did not interfere with his mind, so he did not have the screen when he was with her. If you could help ... he did it willingly.
"Then Aunt Clio fro Met Robert? Leave the mother to his work. He said take it back to Helen braccietto:" Yes dear, we are just curious. "Maeve said Clio greeted with an 'after' just whispered.
"Ah ... Aunt Clio ... could you put that suit in which it appears in some photos holographic holding the daddy? I want to see Robert's face when you see it. "She said with a cruel grin.
Clio stared at her surprise:" Do you want to test him? "Helen did not answer right away, hesitated, then burst out laughing, followed by Clio, however, just around the corner, he executed the request of Helen.
"I am Robert ... I know that you've chosen a rather tough girlfriend. "he thought to himself.

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Return

Kosmos was walking around the room like a caged lion, hated to wait in a waiting room. Surely the patient had never been his stronger with age and his character was definitely worse. Starfleet from his point of view had absolutely no respect for his position, was in seclusion for some years on a pianetoide in the middle of the Badlands, cultivated land, fishing, generally spent the evening in a pub run by a beautiful red-haired woman with whom he had a conflicting relationship.
But two days before had witnessed the arrival of a man, a part of his life not seen for some time.
"Father ..." Kosmos Kirshei greeted him while he limited himself to raise the beer Romulan and smile. The Vulcan
half sat up and looked around, raising an eyebrow, a gesture of disappointment but at least the old sea dog noticed.
"You do not like my accommodation Kirshei? Yet know my tastes ... you know what I like ..." The
Kosmos son looked into his eyes "I know what you liked when his father, the adventure."
"Kirshei What do you want?" snapped Kosmos understanding that the child who years earlier had Ambassadress T'ren, was not there for a visit of courtesy, but for something else that certainly would not like.

"Starfleet needs you!" Dry said the Ambassador.
"I do not think either are on leave ..." Kosmos was the answer to bringing the mug to his mouth and sipping the third beer of the morning.

"There is a clause that permits calling service, the father," said Kirshei handing him a d-Halls.
Kosmos read a line and slammed the Halls on the table, standing up.
"They can send here a fleet of Romulan hawks to take if they want ... even the Borg Queen in person ... I'm not moving, I am of the dogs ... they sent my son trying to move me ..."

"Admiral Kosmos!" said a voice Kosmos diverting from his memories.
looked at the man before him, was a bit 'put on weight since the last time they had seen and had lost a little' hair, but then he was no longer what it once was but it was constantly in training ... especially in the bedroom.

"Admiral Hawking ..." answered, shaking hands with former husband of her friend Kia.
mind flew back to the times of the Princess, to friends as Sivaak, Ryo sighed ... then realizing that the trip down memory are another symptom of old age.

"Jorgos, I'm sorry I used a subterfuge to call you here ... but you would not have come otherwise ..." Hawking apologized inviting him to sit.

"subterfuge?" Kosmos raised his voice "the bastard son of mine used to stun and taking Vulcan put on a shuttle ... I had to teach him to respect a child's father"

Inside his mind he imagined the voice of T'ren say, 'Maybe first you had to be a father to him ... "

Hawking took a cup of coffee and handed it to the tea that Kosmos
sighed, "What do you want from me William?" churches cutting Short as his style.
"Jorgos I need you ... I need your experience and leadership," said the Admiral of the Fleet.
Kosmos sipped tea and ran a hand through his gray hair
"I'm too old now ... I know a quarter of today's equipment and certainly my reflexes can not compete with the young Starfleet captains ..." he replied hesitantly. Was he afraid? Jorgos T. Kosmos was afraid to face the physical deterioration of a normal human being? He was afraid of not being up to its reputation?

Youth & Adult Football Helmets

Remember

SS Spirit of Princess, to the starbase 268

Maeve was looking in the mirror settling the shiny pin. Another delegation was due to host already other ambassadors that they would be prematurely white hair.
There it is! On the face had appeared a little wrinkle, just near the right eye. He swore that the night before was not there. Helen's fault was to be decided and the new guy who attended. And here there is another sign of the passing of time, that white hair that is camouflaged, or at least tries, including brown hair tied in a tight bun.
"Maeve getting old," he murmured as he was gazing in the mirror. For his 50 years was a very attractive woman, perhaps burdened by pregnancy only many years first; pregnancy but who had filled in the right spots with his big surprise. The typical sound of the sensor did sigh, it was time to meet with those people.
"Next" and then said, pinning the commbadge before turning on the uniform. A girl high enough, the tapered legs made his entrance. A Bajoran nose peeping just mentioned on a milk-colored face framed by an avalanche of brown curls. But the thing that struck most of all were those green eyes that smiled even before the cherry-colored lips.
"Mom, there are a lot of surprises," said Helen, smiling the same smile of his father.
"Oh, and what would they be?" Rob has learned to adjust a replicator? "Maeve asked skeptically.
" Come on mami, "said the 17 year old girl pouting" something stratospheric! We stopped on the starbase 268 "
The human Bajor was already thinking that this was not a surprise but a miracle, Robert Moran was a very good boy, but a terrible engineer, but here is the name that she meant only one thing: problems.

"So mama do not you glad? Anci meet again I shall see my father because I want to present him as well Rob! "
" treasure I do not think the lieutenant commander will be pleased. And to avoid that poor guy in hell! "
" Mamma Ryo call it, right? What it cost you? And then I'm sure it will be very happy! "
Maeve nodded even though he knew it would not be so easy, Ryo was jealous of the only daughter who had recognized him. It had been almost sixteen years since they were closed. We had been together for five years, perhaps the longest history ever had a doctor, was born a daughter who loved both, but something had broken down irretrievably when the child was one year. Of course she read about him, someone reported the rumors or simply the return of Helen travels with her father told her about him. Sixteen years had already passed and if now was thinking about why they had left, a slight smile curled his lips. nonsense!
"Mom are you still here with me?" The girl asked, almost annoyed "So please be gentle"
Yeah ... Yeah ... "making a face at the sort of reprimand. I wonder if he was old or if we think back to those moments. She could not help it every time I looked at her daughter and those eyes like beacons in the night. He had loved, had loved and perhaps for that reason struggles to speak or to be present in the same place. The funny thing was the face of the adviser, another when he made the last quarterly meeting. "It 's amazing, she is still afraid to see her husband!" "It was never my husband" "Whatever you say, in any case, his behavior, his fear that must be faced and fought. In the end it's you who's boss ".
"Mom are two hours that I speak to you, but you listening to me?" Said the daughter, "You're hopeless! Know what I say? It means that you will really be a surprise!"
"No darling, sorry I was just thinking ..."
But Helen did not want to know, had already embarked on the exit briskly with the skirt that Maeve considered it far too short. "Damn it's late!" the woman said, shaking his head and brought speedily to the bar where the bow is held the luncheon. A few minutes later crossed entry, the ambassadors had not seemed to even notice his absence. He heaved a sigh of relief as he was approached by a very charming man in his forties.
"I hope it did not hurt bringing them here sir!" The woman smiled. "Good job captain, as always! I only had a little discussion with my daughter"
Commander Nick Martins smiled back, "And I thought he wanted to avoid this time as usual! Oh I almost forgot ... there was someone that is looking for! "
Maeve could not even ask those who were looking at his first officer, a well known voice called her back to her and at the same time, this was a reference to his past. "Captain, Captain Fletcher!" The woman looked very surprised, at least five years had passed since the last time he had seen, but it was identical to the first time he had known. Helen was coming to arm the woman who had attracted his attention. "Aunt Clio I told you that he would look so surprised, but after I talked to Ryo not heard a single word as always!"

Japanese Wagon Richmond

Insomnia

Starbase 268, the night before boarding

Suddenly Hunt decided to get up. He emptied his chair beside his bed uniform and a long blue overcoat, a couple of years had been in the habit of wearing. The coat was just retired from the laundry and smelled of lavender. On the bedside table before him the rank of lieutenant commander, who is pinned to the collar. It took years to get them back, and although the vast majority of his former comrades-in-academy grades and assignments had been far higher and far more prestigious of its own, did not care.
came out on the walk and could not help but lay her reflection along the panoramic windows that looked out on the cold interstellar void. He considered that the views of a Starbase was too monotonous, it was not what he was used, was not even remotely comparable to that of the bar enjoyable prow of a starship at warp speed.
Despite the hour, it cruised through some other, which was not unusual. An officer on duty, a couple in love at first connected and desire for intimacy ... only after they have struck all noticed the rhythm of his gait and neurotic latinum forgotten room. The nth collision is sore right thigh while swearing to himself to be completely broke.
was leaning against a bulkhead intent on massaging the sore muscles when he saw the shining hair, and dark circle on the head of a woman who entered the bar station. Instinctively began to move, caught in a chase all the sudden. The entrance was free and immediately catapulted into the twilight of the room looking for the crown with his eyes. The bar was not the greatest, the lights were low and most tables were empty even though you do not notice because of darkness. On a makeshift dais triumphed a couple of dim lights and the entry of Hunt coincided that of a woman on stage. It was not what he had seen come in, had a tiny little face and a long neck protruding from the neckline of the dress revealed a weak synthetic clothes that reflected lights of the room at his slightest movement, giving it reflected dark as those of the interstellar void. Immediately after she took to the stage a couple of humanoids that began to set up their equipment.
Hunt continued undaunted to fix the woman when she's annoyed with a waiter came up beside a huge mole on her cheek. Hunt thought it was a caricature of Marilyn Monroe Ferengi. He asked in a tone off if he wanted to sit down and screeching, Hunt said yes with a nod and sat down on one side of the front row. He remembered that it had latinum and began to rummage in the pockets for luck. He found a misery. While the offense of Marilyn's living exposed the menu she began her show, despite the small crowd cheering. A dark voice, deep, impalpable. His dark eyes caught the fringe hours trying the empty words and meaningless granted for the submission. The bass player left playing an old tune from land that Hunt did not feel much, and the waiter insisted on forcing him to order. All that the doctor could afford to take was an edge, "the salad diet of the house." The Ferengi
noted ordination with disturbed air, and the doctor found himself shortly after eating a salad diet served by the galaxy's worst waiter in front of a blues that was slaughtering complessino More than you know, one of its prices Tracks. He was disappointed even the interpretation of the singer, who did not have the appropriate voice for a song like that. However, the consolation the vision of a Venus curve on a stool in the twilight.
traces of hair, on view, there were none.
Bored and saddened by the succession of poorly executed pieces, but not tired or sleepy, Hunt was hoping for a quick end of the exhibition. The salad then, it seemed that the waiter had the same taste, but maybe it was just his imagination. The last agreement
bassist sounded like a liberation. The singer thanked him and slipped out, and Hunt also followed. The doctor found her leaning against one of the panoramic windows, no coat, drinking a cocktail that did not seem to be made of synthetic alcohol. Tired and chilled to skin contact with the glass, she shook in a shiver.
Hunt approached her offering her coat just washed. She accepted a hint of a bitter smile. "He has a good smell."
"Yes, it's the detergent you use on that basis," said the doctor, realizing after the fantastic notion that he was able to express. As the first sentence to say to a woman is not evil, he murmured to himself.
She smiled slightly, stirred by the strange ways. I stared for a moment. "Who are you?".
I could not answer, perhaps for the first time in his life he did not know what to say to a woman who studied him with eyes, curiously.
Ryo felt terribly embarrassed and empty that night.
"Well, does not matter. Now I go. Keep the coat well.
As alluded to leave he was surprised by the reaction of the woman, who nodded without answering in any way.
Hunt walked away without looking back, and dry with a gesture she raised the collar of his coat to protect the long neck and discovered.
He decided to return to his quarters as the shadows enveloped her nowhere. Yeah, nothing. Following a new ship, a new position. And then nothing. What was left to him? No friends, no family, no career , oddly enough, no women. He felt within himself to have thrown away the last few years, letting them run without leaving any sign except those of the time, felt he had wasted yet another night, and a coat of latinum for tiny salad and a chat with a beautiful girl.
No, maybe not the coat. The flavor of lavender on his neck that was a good thought to go to sleep.

Women Wearing Girdles Today

Holy Spirit of Princess, en route from Vulcan Betazed ...