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"All we need is a privateering commission so that Lorraine and I can go
after Maris and her North Star," Sela answered. As I couldn't get Darlanis to
"act" now, this seemed the best way!!!
"I will have to think it over," Dala Dai promised. I could understand
her fears. Such an "action" could have serious polit- ical consequences for
her back in Talon. Perhaps, I thought to myself, we should look "elsewhere".
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The Nevadas didn't have any naval forces, but perhaps they could "use" some, I
mused then. I had no objection to sailing under the Nevada flag just as long
as I got a "crack" at that damned Maris and her infamous North Star!
"Lorraine," Lara spoke, interrupting, glancing back to Jers. I could see
the goose pimples there on her bare shoulders. I was glad that Sela had gotten
over her earlier hostility towards Lara. Lara was perhaps a better "wife" to
Jers than Sela would have ever been. Sela was more beautiful, being a very
small and lovely brunette, but Lara was a very "sensual" sort of woman, which
I did not think Sela was. I would be proven wrong later on here, but you'll
just have to finish the story to see it for yourself. In any case it is a good
"match", and I am happy for both of them. Like me, the lovely Sela now has her
"captain". And no, we never did "get" Maris either, but I suppose it is just
as well considering how Gayle would have felt had she ever learned that I had
been responsible for her sister's death. In any case we did teach the
Dularnians a "lesson" that they won't forget for some time! Fighting as
privateers under a flag that they no doubt were shocked to see flying over my
own mastheads!
"There was an attack by a Dularnian raider on a Bajan ship," Jers said
to me, his teeth chattering a bit against the chill. A warrioress on guard
wrapped in a heavy cloak watching us both. I nodded, gave him a consoling
smile. As long as Darlanis refused to "act", none of us were safe from the
prowling raiders that now came out of the darkness and then went back out to
sea almost unopposed. The mighty Californian navy now being reduced to nothing
but an "escort service" for slow and fat merchantmen creeping from port to
port down our long vulnerable coastline.
"Will you take a `commission'," he said to me suddenly. "And teach that
damm `blonde' that we won't stand for this shit!" He was of course referring
to Queen Maris, although one could I suppose also think of another "blonde"
who we all knew very well!
"You realize," Jon said to me, "That I can't go along with you on this
`expedition' of yours." I nodded, kissed him on the lips. He is a good
husband. He gave me "space" to be "me". We got along well together. We both
had our "memories" of the past, but we did not let them rule our lives. Our
marriage was strong. I could see the ships at anchor there through our bedroom
window.
"I never expected `that' of you," I answered. This was "my" war, not
his. In a way I felt "responsible". Maris had once been a slave girl on my
estates. She would still be such had I taken more pains to see that she was
also kept properly chained!
"I've already lost one wife," Jon said to me. "And you mean even more to
me than she did." That pleased me a great deal, al- though I really didn't
think it was fair to his memory of Alexis.
"There's always Sanda Talen," I smiled back. Sanda had once been
hopelessly in love with Jon. She had even "offered" herself to him one night.
At the time she had been married and Jon turned her down, feeling that no man
of "honor" would ever "bed" another man's wife even if she was "willing" to be
so "bedded".
"But she's not `Lorraine'," Jon smiled, pulling me down on the bed,
undoing the tie to my robe, pushing it open so that I was then "bared". His
hand caressing my nakedness as his lips sought mine. Jon says that I make love
even better than Yvette! That I'm a lot "better in bed" than was Maris Marn,
his former "love" before we met. And that really pleases me, I might add!
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Especially when I think of what she "lost" and what I "gained"!!!
"You're making it `hard' for me," I breathed, squirming. Back in the
20th Century sex was nothing really important to me. I considered it highly
"overrated", just something that they used to sell stuff. My husband had
little interest in "pleasing" me.
"Send Sela in your place," Jon suggested. I had no doubts she would give
a good account of herself if she ever met up with Maris Jord again, but I did
not think she was up to the task yet!
"I've got a personal `score' to settle with Maris," I said.
"She's just a damm `gold-digger' who'll get `hers' someday," Jon
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