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relation to the planet.
    "I want continual monitoring of all communications between Frallien IV and any incoming or outgoing vessels. Is that clear?"
    The Sub-commander nodded, although he knew that order was violating at least twelve of the current rules and regulations concerning inter-species relations.
    "Anything pertaining to the Olympiad is to be reported to me immediately. Anything pertaining to the current status of the sexual qualifications of competitors is to be reported to me immediately. I also need to know the current status of our TUNG units. When the modifications will be ready for use and whether they work or not."
    A leer curved the thin lips away from the sharp teeth and Commander Bendrick fixed his subordinate with a particularly unpleasant gaze. "We'll give these pissy little Fralliens a surprise they won't soon forget." He turned and looked out of the viewportal toward the gentle light of Frallien IV. "I intend for us to triumph at these games. I intend to have the SPT Technology in our hands before the games are over. I intend for the name of Bendrick to go down in the annals of Magus Prime as the male who brought victory and wealth to our planet."
    "And then?"
    The question seemed to catch Commander Bendrick by surprise and he darted a look at his officer. "Then?" He looked away again. "Then, my lad, I intend to take command of Magus. It's time for a new High Prime."
    *~*~*~*
    Rory McAllen heaved a sigh of relief as he realized that whatever had held him to the bed had disappeared.
    He stretched and turned on his side, facing Major Boralle North, who was frowning at him quite dreadfully and trying to keep her eyes from drifting downwards to his cock.
    He bravely stifled a grin and let her look. His manhood was resting easily against its nest of curly red pubic hair. But he knew damned well that if she kept looking at him like that his body would react in the way of all men.
    Sure enough, she kept looking.
    And sure enough, his cock responded.
    Her eyes grew bigger as his cock grew longer. Finally, he could stand it no more. "Boralle, sweet, if you stare at a man that way he's going to want to answer your needs."
    "What way?" she asked absently, running her tongue over her lips.
    Rory groaned and swung himself and his cock off the bed. "The way you're looking at ma cock right now, lass."
    "Your...your what?" She raised her eyes to meet his, questions trembling in their blue depths.
    Rory grabbed the blanket from the bed and quickly wrapped it round his hips, tossing the spare length over one shoulder. He was now clad as a warrior should be, albeit in a very dull green. Of course he rather missed his broadsword, but knew it would be a little out of place in this strange universe he'd been sent to. He sighed and stepped over to Boralle, reaching past her to the mug she'd put down earlier.
    He raised it to his nose and sniffed.
    Aye. Coffee, or something like it. Close enough to feed the addiction he'd developed on Anyela for this strange brew. He sipped and felt the warmth down to his toes.
    With a sigh of relief he smiled down at the woman in front of him. "Now, Boralle, m'dear. Let's talk about what it is you want to know, and then I'll have a few questions of my own. And mebbe we'd best leave my cock out of the conversation for now, or we'll end up taking our lessons in the wrong order."
    "What lessons?"
    "Why your lessons in loving, of course. Lessons in how to make you a real woman. Enough of a woman to satisfy even a Scottish laird."
    Boralle's eyes narrowed. "Like you, I suppose?"
    Rory looked down at his cup. He'd made a strategic error. Rule number one—charm the target. "Sweetheart, sit by me. Let's talk for a while, so I can watch those blue eyes of yours light up like the sky over the loch just before the moon rises..."
    Boralle snorted. "I am still not convinced by all this rassing nonsense you're spouting at the drop of a hat. I have never heard of anyone correcting problems in the time