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This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...Christine, as with Ashley, was all too aware of the rifle slung over her shoulder. And yes, she knew all the parts, ad nauseam, and just how they worked because of the tutelage of both Jasmine and Morales, but she was still uncomfortable with the thing. Both had told them that the rifles were their lifelines. Without them, they would be battling the enormous beasts of this planet with crossbows. The rifles were bolt actions instead of autoloaders, but they were still worlds faster than cocking a crossbow, not to mention that jams for a bolt action were almost unheard of if you used the correct motion, which was easily learned. She had to admit that once she got past the fear of holding an unloaded rifle, it did have a certain feel to it that she was beginning to… respect, she thought the term might be. Having grown up with Ashley, she knew that she was probably feeling the same. Maybe we can do this, after all.

They stopped while Morales explained the solar collectors and pointed out the mechanism that kept them directed toward the sun.

A wistful look passed over Jasmine's face. "I hope Jeff will be back soon with whatever he needs to get things going for us. I can't wait to have hot water and a sink to wash dishes in."

"Baby, that can't happen until spring," Morales reminded her, "but we should have lighting once he has the battery units and the wiring in."

"It surely would be nice to have heat in our outhouse," Jasmine agreed.

"Okay, we're here," Morales said a couple of minutes later as he threw down hides for them to put their equipment on. "Who's first?"...

Have a goodun;

Roust

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

..."I did have a wonderful orgasm, well… maybe a whole lot of them all stacked together before I passed out last night, not to mention your practically screwing me blind this morning with the girls watching. And… as best I can remember, you seemed to enjoy yourself when you had me on my hands and knees."

"As Jeff would say, 'Damned straight,' Woman," Morales replied with a grin.

"Do you think they will ever learn to shoot well enough to be safe out here by themselves… well, with the wolves as escorts, too, of course?" Morales asked his wife.

Jasmine shrugged, but with her cold-weather gear on, it didn't show as they made their way back to the entrance. "No way to tell at this point. They have their degrees in engineering, so they're intelligent, but they've lived in the city all their lives, and I assume, never had to fight for what they needed. Oh, I think we can teach them to shoot well enough, but will they stand their ground and accurately fire when something is charging them…"

"…or scream and try to run?" Morales continued for her.

Jasmine stopped and turned to him. "That saber-tooth certainly shook me. I wanted to turn and run, but I knew it would kill me in a second if I did. But… I don't think I could have stood there and carefully aimed without you."...

Have a goodun;

Roust

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...The First Officer had deliberately refrained from rushing to the engine room when the ship suddenly dropped out of warp. The Captain had, as usual, gone into a tirade while demanding to know what had happened, as well as when the ship would resume its progress. Of course, he continued with his usual rant about an incompetent engineering department, despite the Chief having warned him over and over that the warp coils were operating with parts basically manufactured by hand. After giving the engineers time to assess the situation, the First Officer had the galley prepare enough food to last the engineers for a multi-cycle - which he oversaw to be certain there was no chance that the food was poisoned. With a cart following him, he stopped at the sealed hatch to ask for admittance, even though the hatch would have opened for him because of his rank - and his friendship with the Chief.

After a moment, one of the engineers opened the hatch, weapon in hand.

"Sir, I could see who was outside, but the Chief would have my ass if I opened this hatch without a weapon ready," he said in apology.

"And, you would have caught hell from me, also," the First assured him.

Nodding to the trailing food cart, "You brought food," the sub said, his voice brightening. "The Chief is setting up the replicator to begin building the first part of the many we will need. You know where the replicator is, right?"

"Of course," the First responded, although he was far from certain that he could find it in the massive engine. "How about telling everyone about the food?"

"Thank you, Sir. I will do that. Those ration packs get old quickly. With the breakdown, we would have been sealed up in here until we were moving again and the Captain had, hopefully, calmed down a bit."...

Have a goodun;

Roust

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...A little later, they had just finished with breakfast and were all sitting around drinking coffee when both wolves quickly came to their feet. A second later, they looked confused.

Morales and Jasmine passed a glance before he turned back to the wolves. "What's wrong?" he asked them.

Both wolves looked at him, then focused on the door, but looked confused again and turned back toward Morales.

"What the fuck?" Morales said even as he headed for the rifles.

"You two stay here," Jasmine told the girls. When Morales handed her rifle to his wife and quietly slid the door open, she, her husband and the wolves slipped out, quickly closing the door behind them.

A few seconds later, "What the fuck?" Morales said again, this time loudly enough for the girls to hear him back inside. Of course, they had their ears pressed to the door by then...

Have a goodun;

Roust

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...Olivia White and Joe Martin were attacking boredom with a vengeance. Both nude, White was leaning over the back of the command seat while Martin, a boob in each hand, was slamming into her from behind. "Oh, shit. Baby, I'm close," he gasped out just as her cry of release started, which, unfortunately, coincided with the blare of an alarm that they both assumed must have been designed to wake the dead.

"Shit. Shit. Shit!" Martin exclaimed as he painted the back of the seat with his semen while White, who was in charge this trip, scrambled into the command seat.

Martin, his cock still dribbling come, screamed for the AI to shut the alarm off at the same time his naked ass connected with his seat. "Can't you see we were within three feet of the console? A double beep would have sufficed quite sufficiently," he growled as he scanned his instruments.

Then to his partner, "That damned AI must be jealous or something. What does your board show?" he continued in almost the same breath...

Have a goodun;

Roust