
Her name is Dee. Full name Dee Licious Thigh.
An ensign assigned to sign me to the local art show.
Something about her piqued my interest.
Must be that hot red shirt.

Our first touch was electric.
Next time I would ground myself first.

Ms. Thigh decided to observe me while I worked on my latest
Holo-Statue, "The Brown Veiny Guy"

By fitting the statue with a modular holographic recording/replay system,
I expected to add a kick butt, phat base line to my home stereo system.
The Spice Girls reunion concert was coming up and I wanted to be ready.

But Ms. Thigh was interested in more than the Brown Veiny Guy.
Her sharp eye had settled on one of my more Provocative works.
"The Captain's Log."

"This...sculpture...." she asked. "What is it about?"
I explained the signifigance. That it was a tribute to what a former
Captain of mine lost to the Cardassians.
When I added that it is "ribbed for her pleasure," she could not
help but to touch it. Stroke it.
Ride it.

I could no longer resist this woman's wiles.
I had to have her.
Mrs. Sleazay would be displeased, but, quite literally,
I did not care.
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