The trail I was on seemed to be leading me around in circles. Or else this country all looked the same. For some reason I had a feeling I had been this way before. What was I doing in this God forsaken place anyhow? Thinking back on everything that had happened, I knew I had to be out of my fucking mind. Maybe everyone was right; "Randy Miller" had no mind. Either way, I really screwed up getting involved in this thing. But it was too late now. I was involved. Right up to my neck.
This nightmare all started when a friend of mine, Jack Stone, came to me with a story about a shipment of high tech secret weapons that was lost on a shuttle flight from Earth Sector IV, here on Mars, to Earth Sector II, on Venus. "So what," I asked. "Why should I care about something like that? Unless!!! There's a lot of money at stake!"
"To hell with the finder's fee, try for once in your stinking miserable life to think about someone other than yourself," Jack said.
"Now, just why in the hell should I start doing that?"
"Because the pilot of the shuttle was Gloria," he replied. "You remember her... You know, Gloria Miller, your wife, the one you never got a divorce from..."
Why hadn't I divorced her? That was one broad that I really didn't want to think about or even remember. But now it all came rushing back, like a roaring flood. The pain I hoped had gone, was still there. That's why I had put her out of my mind. That's the only way I could live with it. Sort of like she never existed.
When I met her the year was 2097 and I was 22 years old and carefree. I was known as an adventurer to some people and just plain crazy to others. Usually doing anything and everything. Right or wrong, good or bad, I never asked questions, only if the money was right. Then, on a flight back from Venus I met her. Gloria Jacob!
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Even though I had traveled all over the galaxy and had met many pretty women, I had never met or seen anyone like her. Long golden hair, deep blue eyes and a body that was out of this world. I should have known that someone this beautiful would eventually bring me nothing but trouble. But what the hell, I'm an adventurer, right? So we became involved. She was on Venus to fly the shuttle for Mars Air. A company that was to this the 21st century, what F.U. Air was to the 20th century. Not a bad job to have. But it sure makes for a lousy bed partner. The crazy hours and all. Almost as bad as mine. I guess that was the main cause of our problems.
Our first night together was one to remember. We could not get enough of each other. Seeing her standing naked in front of the window, with the moon rays framing her, as if she were something out of an artist's painting. Never had I been so aroused. I have been blessed with a bigger cock than most men, close to 16 inches long and 3 1/2 inches across. I took her there on the floor. Her hot body responding to my every touch like a violin in its master's hands. Not a whimper as I slid it in. Only when I started to come and it grew did she scream from the pleasure. Everything we did together and to each other that night was perfect. No inhibitions. No doubts. Just pure lust and love for each other. What man in his right mind could ask for more?
We were married a month later. A whirlwind that should never have happened. I think that was when the problems really started. Now, we had made a commitment to each other. Something new to me. Probably for her also. With my jobs taking me all over the galaxy, I never knew from one minute to the next when I would be home. It fell apart after we had been together for about a year. I came home one night without calling, after being gone for over a month. I thought I would really surprise her with the flowers and the wine I picked up. Maybe we still had a chance.
I opened the door to our house and turned on the lights. There on the floor lay my wife. Her legs spread wide, her hands rubbing her breasts, pinching her nipples, her head moving violently from side to side. Between her spread thighs I could see the head of Brenda, her girlfriend and copilot. I had met her once before and at the time thought her to be a little weird. Now I knew why. Gloria's moans were intense and her scream was earsplitting as she climaxed. All I could do was stand there like a statue and watch.
They both raised their heads and looked up at me with dazed expressions on their faces. They got up, their arms wrapped around each other and Gloria said, "Why didn't you call when you got in to let me know you were back?"
I suppose I really lost it then. I started yelling, "You dirty slut-- You two timing whore--You stinking freak, while I'm gone you throw me over for this fat, ugly pig." Then, I did something completely out of character for me. Without saying another word --I simply left!
That's right. I simply turned and walked out the door. Leaving them standing there naked, with bewildered looks on their faces. I must have stayed soused for a month. I don't remember where I had been or what I'd done or whom I did it with. But the booze here on Mars does that to you. You feel like shit afterwards -- if you survive the hangover. There were enough odd jobs to keep me busy.
Enough to keep me sane and at least off of the bottle for a while. Time had managed to pass fairly quickly. Although, subconsciously I guess I stayed away from Mars and Venus, so I wouldn't have to fly on Mars Air and take a chance on bumping into Gloria or Brenda. I couldn't handle that yet.
That all happened two years ago. Recently, I shelled out 100,000 SQDs (galaxy currency called Squids) for a used Star-Duster cruiser and had it rigged out with lasers and cannons. She's a pretty tight ship. Travels at Mach 3 and has cloaking capabilities, just in case I have to be invisible for some reason. Of course, if I could come up with 100,000 SQDs more, I could have added a Warp drive. But the old girl probably wouldn't hold together going faster that the speed of light.
I had only been back from Pluto a few days and was trying to get some very badly needed rest. That's when good ol' buddy Jack showed up with this tale of his.
"OK Jack, what is the load of crap you are telling me now?" I asked.
"Last week, Gloria and Brenda took flight 69 out to Venus Earth Sector III. They never arrived. The last message from them stated that there had been an explosion on board and they were going down. Their last known coordinates put them over the Cuspidate Range on planet Yargo, as of now an unexplored planet," he said.