For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative…

Quizzical Barbarians, Instinctive Trysting
by Sophia Verne

   Waiting alone in the full knowledge that her fate was now sealed, with the untamed plaintive braying of the Don’s llamas wafting in from outside, Lady Lexington thought once more of the Chief’s handsome son, the masterful tutor who had transformed her from a mere girl into a real woman. He was now, according to the message on the dagger, the hapless captive of mind-devouring space aliens.
   Suddenly, came the sound of her own name being called, and she felt her heart suddenly beat with a new, wild rhythm. He was here! “I’ve thought of you every minute I’ve been away, my angel — my porcelain angel!” he stated .
   Then, without any warning, he dabbed at her tears with the handkerchief she herself had made for him, and as the truth — the whole truth — slowly came home to her, she made a mental note to call Judy later and tell her all about it.

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