Hammersmith. Chapter eighteen. 

“Rising mountains of joy mixed with sweaty peaks of exacy. Centered pushing thrived between throbs of tidal jaunts. Marked pinpricks hair that exteniouated the essence of the valley felt along the ridge line. 

I’m in mist and in mystery. He knows not who I am, I don’t know him. The only thing that make us, is the sexual connection.

Floating and thrusting more. Then climax. The hills and thrusts and feelings of the touch. Theses sensual things are awash with a opening of joy. A million times all those things we did to get here feel more, true, more us. 

It’s the connection we shared for a moment. Then. The mist. Fog. Suana. We cuddle for a moment and I feel his little beard. He’s older like me and slightly taller. But so happily submissive. I know, he know, this moment will pass. Tomorrow we both leave. We have never to meet again. ”

Singe stopped his dictation. He was back on Chronos. It hasn’t changed much. Though there are more dodgy people. Some of them might be pirates. 

Out on the belt. Mining. He would have not thought much to kill them. He hated those fuckers for destroying Tagashackers life.

Here they were equals. Chornos welcomed everyone. It was deeply independent. Not controlled by SOL or a clan. Its population liked it that way. Trade was their main game. They had gathered  the results of his mining at a good rate for a very long time. They also kept constant secure laser channels for claims and trade with all the other colonies in the system. 

Singe knew he was to young to retire, but now he didn’t have anyone to mine with. He could find a lovemaking partner with realitive ease, but a long term partner? At his age how easy was that? Middle aged single gay disabled men didn’t get many options. He would have to contact home base.

Suddenly he saw an alert on his pad. “The Earth under attack from Pirates. War declared. SOL leaders authorizing massive increase to military budget and spending.”

Singe took a look and spent the next forty minutes reading. “Wow. Looks like the Pirates are now like the old nations. We are again at war with humanity, from our humanity. How horrid.”

The thought hang on the air like the mist in a suana. Sweaty and anxious and then relived. “I can do something. I know Tagashacker wouldn’t want to fight, he would want peace. Who knows if that can happen now.” 

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