I smiled at the sound of excitement that only a woman can make. I turned toward the sound, throwing up my arms defensively just in time to catch the woman before she knocked me off my feet.
“Hi Vicky,” I groaned, rolling my eyes. “How nice to see you again.”
I stood there enjoying the embrace of the real woman that was depicted in the erotic mural of her ship.
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