1. Retired - Chapter One - Home


    Date: 11/15/2014, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: Brootforce, Rating: 89.8, Source: sexstories.com

    battles. It showed the signs of the weariness I felt. Finally, I was ready to face dinner with a crowd of civilians around me. Even on the starliner I had always ate in my room. It had been a long time since I had sat down in a civilian restaurant to eat. The trip down to the second floor was a quiet ride in the elevator. The restaurant was an open area with many of the hotel guests sitting at little tables. The noise was deafeningly quiet. It reminded me of a library. I approached the hostess stand. “I have a reservation for nineteenth hour under Drake Daemon.” The hostess was an Altairian lass. Her grey colored skin and overly large eyes were mildly attractive. “Yes, Mister Daemon, we have your table ready. Will you be eating alone tonight?” “No, I have a guest joining me. Could we please be seated at one of the tables near the back wall?” “Yes, sir. If you will please follow me.” Her voice almost sounded mechanical when she spoke. Altarians felt that excessive displays of emotion in public were inappropriate. Their home world felt very sterile until you were invited into their homes. Once there, you learned how deeply a family could love and laugh together. She led me to a table and I chose a seat with no door at my back. This was a habit I would probably never break. Watching the entrances meant survival. An open door at your back meant death. Once I was seated I picked up the menu and began to peruse the offerings. I was surprised to see Pandat Stew on the menu. Pandat ...
    are a small rodent-like creature. They were incredibly fast and skittish. Their meat was highly prized and usually could only be found in the top restaurants in the galaxy. This was the only world where they could be found. No one had ever managed to farm raise them. They had to have an escape route or they would run until they found one. This usually meant they ran themselves to death. They were also a bitch to hunt. Their hearing was so acute they could hear a man breathing at over a mile. It is hard to hunt a creature that can hear you coming through the forest before you were ever close enough to shoot them. The only technique that seemed to work was sitting about a mile away from the edge of a forest and waiting for them to get close enough to be seen. This made their meat expensive as hell. I had just settled on an old favorite of mine, when the hostess led the redheaded woman to my table. I stood instantly and pulled her chair out for her. She smiled as she sat. “I had not expected gallantry. I thought the art of being a gentleman had been lost.” “Ma’am, Robert would have me flogged if he thought I was anything less than gallant.” “I failed to introduce myself earlier. My name is Lizell Stanner.” “I am very pleased to meet you. My name is Drake Daemon.” I offered her my hand, and she took it with a light grip. We made a little small talk as she reviewed the menu. I managed to convince her to try the Pandat Stew and we both ordered Denebian tea to drink. Then I broached ...
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