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one of them even in this system. They are all away on business. We won’t be disturbed, if that is what you are worried about.”
    Now Dasan felt as if she were making fun of him. “Since you seemed to know when you ‘had me,’ as you said, when did I have you?”
    A small smile turned up the edges of that perfect mouth. “When I saw how you handled that little girl’s handkerchief.”
    When she said that, Dasan knew this was not some sophisticated woman looking for a new experience. This was someone who had actually listened and decided based on who he was. Suddenly he felt desire sweep over him. No more hesitation. He pulled Kat into his arms and kissed her. She seemed to melt into him. Her full breasts pressed against his chest and her hips gently moved against him as they kissed. Kissing Kat was like kissing his first girl all over again. He broke off the kiss and stared into the beautiful eyes that were now filled with desire for him. Without thinking he leaned down and swept her up in his arms.
    “Dear, I am too big a girl for you to.…” Kat said.
    Dasan swept her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. Kat went limp, moaned, and buried her face in his neck. Dasan carried her over to the huge couch and laid her down. They tore at each other’s clothes until they were both nude. By then their desire was overwhelming and Dasan took her immediately. She cried out and clutched him to her, her fingernails raking his back. Much later they went into the bedroom.

Rigel Kent System
    Intina
    Penal Training Camp Twelve
    1st Battalion
    Alpha Company
    Platoon Thirteen
    0500 HOURS
    Forty hours after his trial and sentencing, Dieter was standing with a group of other penal-battalion conscripts in the dark on an entirely different planet. They had been transported to Intina in the Rigel Kent system, where a facility had been established for training new penal-battalion members. It was barely five o’clock in the morning and they all were shivering from the predawn cold. Camp 12 was on a barren, windswept plain that Intina was famous for throughout the system. He was so tired he could hardly keep his eyes open. They had kept the new recruits up all night with an endless stream of bureaucratic details, physical exams, haircuts, and uniform issue. All the while Von Fleet guards looked for the slightest reason to stun or bludgeon anyone who stepped out of line or hesitated.
    There were close to forty recruits in four lines of ten. They wore black shirts, pants, and heavy boots with the Von Fleet patch on the left arm. Von Fleet guards stood on either end of the lines, watching for any talking or moving so they could use the weapons they all carried. Around them other platoons marched or ran with instructors screaming at them. Each platoon was wearing the colors of the corporation that was sponsoring the platoon. So there was the orange of Ecomcon. The yellow of SCIA. The green of KOCL. When a recruit fell behind, an instructor would beat them until they had caught up with the rest of the platoon.
    They stood facing a building. The lights were on, but the building appeared empty. Suddenly the door burst open and three people strode out of it, two men and a woman. They wore hats that had wide, round brims that were angled forward over their eyes. Their shirts and pants were perfectly fitted and pressed. Two had wide green belts around their waists while one had a black, highly polished belt. He was tall and heavily muscled. He stood in front of the other two, who took up positions on each side of him. Their faces were creased with age, but each was as heavily muscled as the one in the black belt. They all had a cascade of blue Legion tear tattoos down their faces.
    The man in front looked at the guards. “They’re mine now. You can go,” he growled.
    The four guards looked at each other. One smirked and said, “Who the fuck do you think you are? We have orders to stay and make sure you can control these fucking