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     There is a strong preference on  this  ship for the forward lounge,
and I suppose that's normal, being  an  exploration  vessel. Most people
prefer to look  ahead,  to  where  they're  going,  to  watch  the stars
approach and fly by.
     But me?  At the moment, I'd  rather  sit  in  the aft lounge.  It's
emptier, the bartender less busy,  and  the music a little more subdued.
Besides, we're two days out  of  Pendor,  and  Ian is taking it a little
more slowly than usual.  He's  cautious,  a  racial trait in puppeteers,
but more than that he knows  that  in  two  days  all this that has been
built on his ship will end.   1107  people  crammed  into  a microscopic
society, much of us very dependent  upon  the  decisions Ian, Wendy, and
the Engineering crew make.  We depend  on Wendy to make sure nobody does
anything stupid, like double-cycle an  airlock, or overcharge the carbon
releases into  the  s-space  fusion  drives.   We  hope  Ian  negotiates
properly, and that the navigator won't aim us right through the heart of
a star or something.   To  quote,  "That'd  end  your  trip  real quick,
wouldn't it?"
     But more than that, we've come to  rely  on  each other to maintain
the semblance of sanity we call "ship's role."  With only 1107 people to
choose from, and nowhere to go to get  away from everybody else, there's
a lot of need for understanding, compassion,  and tolerance.  Especially
since there are ten-plus different  races  on board, everything from Ian
to the delphin s-space pilots.  648 days  may seem like a long time, but
it can seem longer if you're not just getting along.  And if you're like
me,  trying  to  manage  or  juggle  your  relationships  takes  effort,
practice, and a really quick tongue.
     So I like the aft lounge.  It lets  me  see  where we've been, when
our forward-looking  attitude  becomes  almost  a parody of what we are.
And in two days, all these relationships  come to an end. We'll be home.
And some won't reapply for another  trip  out, and new people will be on
board, and when we land we'll be  surrounded   by people we knew when we
left, people who, like us, have  gone  through over two years of change.
Ian knows  all  this,  and  gave  us  two  more  days  to  talk  it out,
peacefully, under real calm Cochrane-I  drive that requires virtually no
engineering crew and literally no bridge crew.  This is a time for us to
be together, before every relationship on board comes crashing down.
     Like mine.  And Kathy's.  As I watch the stars recede, I waited for
her.
     I don't remember how long I was  waiting  before I heard her voice.
It wasn't that long.  "Hi."
     I looked up at her young and pretty face.   Only eighteen years old
now, I wondered what she was going  to  do  when we got home.  Kathy's a
spacer, there's all there is to her, and I know when she gets home she's
going to walk right into Ian's office and say, "please?"
     "Hi yourself,  beautiful.   Sit  down?"   I  motioned  to the chair
opposite my own.  In the subdued  lighting  she  looked magnificent, her
long blond tresses glinting merrily.
     She smiled.  "Sure."  She sat and ordered herself a tall mug of Orc
Tea.
     "How can you drink that stuff?"
     "What?  Iced Mate'?  It's good."
     "It's boiled tree bark."
     "Oh, yeah, and this is coming from a human who drinks gfi."
     "Hey, I like gfi.  But I suppose our eternal argument about what is
and is not good food isn't  really  why  you  asked  me to meet you here
after your shift."
     She smiled again.  "No, it isn't."
     "Then, what?"
     She paused, staring off at the far wall for a few seconds, then she
sighed and said, "In less  than  two  days,  we're  going to be in orbit
around Pin.  We're already inside  Pendor  Controlled  Space.  We passed
the Oort cloud about an hour ago, it's on the PBBS."
     "I suppose this is the discussion  that's  going all over the ship.
What are we gonna do when we get home, right?"
     "Well...Yes.  And no."   I  raised  my  eyebrows.   "I  know almost
exactly what were going to do when we get home.  You're going to go back
to P'nyssa and M'ress and Paul and your home and settle down for another
century or so, until you  get  bored  again.  And  we both know that I'm
going back out into space as soon  as  possible, although I'd love to go
with Ian if I can.  He  likes  me,  and  I  like  him,  and all personal
feeling aside, he's a  great  captain.   Wait,  please, I can see you're
dying to interrupt me.  I  love  you,  Ken.   You  know that, and I know
that, and I love you, too.  The  times  we've had aboard the Eldarfaroth
are unforgettable, and in my case, pretty indelible."
     I smiled.  The rings I'd pierced  through  her  labia were constant
reminders, to both of us, just how  far  we'd explored her need to give,
and my strength to  control.   I  wore  the  keys  to  her heart, almost
literally, around my neck.
     She continued.  "So don't tell me what  you feel, and that it'll be
alright, and give me all of the Shardik  bullshit you're so good at, and
you know it."  I kept smiling, and nodded.
     But she didn't say anything further, so I said "So?"
     "So."  She smiled.  She rested her  elbows  on the table and leaned
over to me, and in a soft voice  she  said,  "I want one more thing from
you..." and she whispered the last word, "master."
     I raised my eyebrow again,  and  said,  equally  softly,  "And what
would that be, my slave?"
     "I want a brand."
     I paused.  I wasn't sure  I'd  heard  that  right,  so I played her
words over again in my mind.  I'd heard it right.
     "You want a... brand?"
     She nodded.  "Mm Hmm."
     "Like in a burn mark?"   My  voice  was  a  little  closer to stage
whisper now.
     "Yeah."  And when she said  that,  her  eyes  lit up, like they had
when she'd asked for the piercing.
     I thought about it for all of three seconds.   I could see in those
eyes that there was no way I was going to talk her out of this one, like
I hadn't been able to  talk  her  out  of  the  last one, the piercings.
Okay, then.  I said, "What kind?"
     "Eldar, four stars."  She smiled back.
     "My personal symbol."  My brows  knitted.   I thought about it.  It
made sense, but I didn't like  it.   Every  lover  she'd ever have would
know that at one point  somebody  had  burned  Shardik's personal symbol
onto her, probably Shardik myself.  In  any event, they'd be sure to ask
about it.  Not many people walk  around  with  brands, to be sure.  I've
never heard of one.  More painful  than  tattoos, I imagine.  I wouldn't
know, I've never had either.
     "Yeah."  Was all she said, and her eyes again lit up.
     All I could do  was  nod.   My  slave  had  more  control  over our
relationship than I did.

INSIDE:
     It was a different beach, on  a  different  planet,  in a different
part of the universe.  The  sand  was  crystal  white this time, and the
ocean really was blue, and the trees  were your standard palms.  This is
Pandora, a green world of  my  desire,  made  because  Pendor lacks some
things, things which we can live  without,  but I'd rather not.  Pandora
adds to the  system  that  is  Pendor,  allows  for  a  special  kind of
variation that is  absolutely   necessary.   Without  Pandora's gravity,
Pendor would never have tides  and  her  beaches  would  be stagnant and
unwashed.  Pandora also has  something  unique...  sunrises and sunsets.
Pandora is deliberately geologically unstable, kicking overlarge amounts
of volcanic dust into the  atmosphere,  so depending on where you stand,
the sunsets are spectacular blue-greens or red-yellows.
     And tonight's sunset was  magnificent.   A spectacular blue sinking
into the horizon,  the  momentary  green  flash  as  it refracted in the
atmosphere and finally disappeared  out  of sight. I paused to watch it,
and then sat and waited.  This time  there  was no shimmer of transport.
We were within Pin's rays,  and  everything  was  accessible by stepping
disk.  Kathy merely appeared to my left,  on the beach.  Naked, she fell
to her knees.
     I rose from the sand and approached  my  thrall.  She kept her head
down, her hands in her  lap,  waiting  for  the pain she had requested I
inflict.  I walked around her,  admiring  her  beauty, not for the first
time, and as I walked behind her, I  slid  my fingers under her hair and
grabbed a handful.  She gasped, a delicious shudder running through her.
"Slave, crawl."
     She lifted a knee and slid forward.    On her knees, I directed her
over to the unlit bonfire that I had  erected on the sand.  "Stop."  She
did, and I said "See that?  Tonight, in there, is your request.  A mark,
a sear to remember me by as you  travel  back out to the stars.  Is that
what you want?"
     I barely heard her over the surf.  "Yes."
     "Then watch."  I gestured, and a small  charge in the center of the
bonfire lit,  flicking  about,  light  the  rest  of  the fire.  We sat,
waiting, as the flame grew.  I  spread  a blanket on the ground near the
flame, and directed her to it.  A  large  foam  wedge supported her head
and back, and I spread her legs.  With  a small watercolor pen, I marked
a small dot on her thigh, about two inched below her cunt, right where I
was going to put the tiny brand I'd  had  fashioned.  A Ssphynx I trust,
who makes his own leaded typesets,  made  the design for me, and another
smith, this one a Jenteck, made the brand for me from Maccus' design.  I
had built the fire in a tepee design, so that inside lay the small alloy
form, less than an inch high, of the  Eldar, my symbol, heating until it
was glowing white.
     As the fire blazed, I  slowly  stripped  off  my clothing.  I don't
need all that absurd costumery most purveyors  of S/M seem to feel I do;
she was my slave, she had been for  almost  two  years now, and that was
that.  I glanced over  at  her,  leaning  against  the  pillow, her legs
carefully and deliberately  splayed  open.   I  had long ago removed her
pubic hair as an impediment, and her excitement was hotly evident in her
swollen inner lips and the firelight glistening of her juices.
     I reached back behind my neck  and  undid  the  clasp of the chain.
The tiny key on it slid down  into  my  hand.   I  crouched down between
those lovely legs and with one  hand  lifted  the lock closing her labia
while with the other I slid the key into place. She sighed silently as I
slid the lock out of its place of honor.  I stroked her between her lips
with one finger, parting those inner  lips, passing over her vagina, but
I didn't penetrate her, not yet.  That was for later.
     I reached back into the bag with which I'd brought all of tonight's
paraphernalia, and brought out the black sash.  She looked up at me, and
I allowed it, as I slowly tied  it  around  her  eyes and secured at the
back of her head, threading it  partially  through her hair.  The last I
saw of her eyes before I put the cloth  on, they were bright and wet and
afraid, but they also trusted  me.   She  began  to sob quietly, a small
tear slowly leaving a trail down her cheek as it dropped from behind the
blindfold.  I leaned over and  lightly  kissed her cheek, and she turned
her head to meet my lips, but I was already on my way down her neck, and
her back arched towards me, encouraging  me to lick her nipple, but just
before I reached one I pulled away.   She sobbed anew in frustration.  I
smiled.
     I rarely blindfolded Kathy.  There was  something in my nature that
said she should always be  allowed  to  see  what was going to happen to
her, but tonight that sort of personal taboo made violation all the more
delicious.  I was pulling out all the   stops tonight.  It was our last,
most intense night in a long list of  intense nights and I wanted her to
feel the fear, love, pain and pleasure we always shared, more than ever.
     I reached into the bag again and  took  out the extension tongs and
the small wooden block I had brought  to hold the brand. Deep inside the
fire, it was glowing and ready.
     "Slave?"
     "Yes Master?" she replied,  the  fear  in  her  voice thick.  She'd
asked for this, but even she knew that she didn't really know what she'd
asked for.
     "Are you ready?"
     "I...I think so."
     "Not gonna back out on me, are you?"
     "No, master.  I will not."
     "Good."  I took the tongs and reached  into the fire.  I turned the
hot metal over so that the insert was face up, picked it up in the tongs
and brought it towards me.  I held the block of wood in my left hand and
pressed the insert tab into the  hold  in the block and turned, securing
it onto place.  I turned and shifted  the searing cast to my right hand,
and I leaned over and aimed at the mark I'd made earlier with the pen.
     And I pressed.
     She screamed, a pure, pealing thing  of  pain and terror, even as I
watched with fascination  at  her  flesh  vaporizing  away  in wisps.  I
removed the brand, tossed it carelessly  into the ocean.  I'd never need
it ever again, didn't want it ever again.
     With a bottle of alcohol, I cooled and  cleaned the small mark.  As
the alcohol evaporated, I examined  my  work.   It was small, clean, and
clear...a perfect Eldar, four small  dots  around  that may as well have
been stars.  My sign.  Burned into  her  flesh.  I cursed a little wryly
at my erection, betraying the  fact  that  somewhere  deep inside, I had
enjoyed the pain I'd inflicted.
     I reached up, and  tears  were  streaming  down  her  cheeks when I
reached for the blindfold.   I  slowly  untied  it  and took it off.   I
reached out for her and she rushed into my arms, crying.  She sobbed for
a long time, and I slowly leaned  her  back against the cushion.  On top
of her, I parted her legs and slid my erection into her.
     She sighed, her eyes closing in  pleasure,  her arms wrapped around
my neck.  I held there, my cock  nestled  up  gently against her cervix.
She opened her eyes  and  looked  into  mine.   "So  good,"  was all she
whispered.
     "I'm glad." I replied, slowly stroking  myself into and out of her,
her satinlike sex holding onto me.  She  wrapped her legs around me as I
began to fuck her, watching her face glow red with pleasure, the heat of
our bodies starting to outwarm the fire.
     I supported my weight on my  hands  and  pushed  up to look at her,
lowering my head to lick  and  tease  her  nipples,  and small groans of
pleasure escaped her.
     "I love you, Kathy," I said, my  tempo  increasing, my need to come
growing.
     "I love you too," her voice  rising  in  pitch,  in need.  Her hips
began thrusting against mine, and  the  sensations running along my cock
were growing, coming stronger,  and  I  could  feel the tightening in my
chest.  Faster.
     Faster, harder, fucking  my  slave,  my  thrall,  my  beloved.  She
became my universe,  my  attention  focussed  on  her,  her  open mouth,
breathing hard as we pushed against  each  other.  I could feel it more,
now than ever.
     I began to pound.  I felt I was going  to hurt her, and as I passed
the point of no return  I  stopped  and  stared  into  her eyes, my cock
positioned to thrust one last time.    I felt like I as on the edge of a
great cliff.
     I pushed.  I fell.  I screamed,  releasing  into  her, coming.  She
sighed as I collapsed on top of  her,  my last desperate thrusts pushing
my  orgasm  on  and  on.   I  felt  I  was  dissolving.   I  was  losing
consciousness.  I was going.
     Deep in the back of my mind, the circuits kicked in, saying "I will
not pass out" over and over, and I shook my head to clear it.  I smiled,
and looked down at her.  She smiled back, and we laughed and wrapped our
arms around each other, holding and  laughing  until tears streamed from
our eyes.  I slowly raised myself back  until I was kneeling on my knees
and looked down at her, lying  against  the cushion.  She pushed herself
up into a sitting position  and  looked  down  at  her right thigh.  She
trailed a finger slowly over the  blackened  burn.  "What do you think?"
I asked.
     She hummed a little, a sigh maybe, and said, "Oh Gods, Ken, I think
it's incredible.  I don't think I can ever come close to telling you how
wonderful it is."
     "I'm glad you like it."
     "Like?  I love it!  And I love you.  Thank you."
     "No, Kath, thank you.  You've been wonderful to me."
     "And you to me."

EPILOGUE:
     I stood out on the balcony  of  my  domicile.   I'd  been  home for
almost two months now, but Kathy  and  I  hadn't seen each other because
she'd been busy taking her academy exams.   She'd shown up last night in
her active duty uniform,  with  Ian's  personal  signet on her chest, to
tell me that Ian had accepted her  as  an  engineering research trainee,
and that she was shipping  out  tommorrow.   That  is to say, today.  In
fact, according to my watch, the  Eldarfaroth  transits to hyperdrive in
four minutes.
     P'Nyssa came up behind me  and  I  heard  her  put  two  glasses of
something down on the table.  She wrapped  her tens around me and leaned
up against me.  I leaned back, still  looking up the night sky.  I know,
it's illogical to look up  since  there  was  no real   way to know what
direction the ship was going, and  the  ring  points in but Ian's headed
out, but still I looked up at the  stars  showing  beyond the rim of the
ring.  Stars I might have been to.  Stars Kathy might be headed to.
     Nyss rested her head on my shoulder  and  sighed quietly.  I echoed
her sigh, and said quietly, "It is impossible  to love your wife without
loving all women somewhat."
     "Uncle Lazarus?"
     "Yeah."
     "You're going to miss her, aren't you?"
     "A little.  No, that's not true.   I'm  gonna  miss her a lot.  Our
affair may have been a bit...  strange,  but  I did love her, and I know
she loved me, too.  I don't think anybody could have done for her what I
did, and vice versa."
     "I don't think so either."
     "I know we haven't talked  much  about  it,  but does it bother you
what we did?"
     "No, I don't think so."   She  smiled  a  little.  "I know you well
enough to know how you express yourself.  You're too smart for that kind
of bullshit."
     "You know what, Nyss?  It's  been  a  few  hundred  years since you
moved in, and I've never been happier to see you than today."
     She smiled again, pulled back, and handed me my glass.
     "I know," was all she said.
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p.s.    Well, there's the latest one.  Like I've said before, if you
haven't read the other ones, there are references in this one you will
not understand... such is the nature of a serial.  In any event, two new
ones are coming up soon...P'nyssa's Letter and P'nyssa's Child.
(P'nyssa's child is still in the editor, no less!  But I promise it
soon!)
Be Seeing You.