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about!" He stumbled backward, but his foot (the moody one, natch) chose a particularly soft batch of sand
to step upon, and he lost his balance and fell.
The goat-lady continued walking toward Bill undeterred, licking her lips in a most lascivious manner.
This close she looked like a walking gynecological close-up from GALACTIC HUSTLERHOUSE
MAGAZINE.
"You're kind of ugly," she husked in a husky voice. "But you've got an okay bod тАФ and just one heck of a
nice foot!"
Bill howled with horror and tried to get up and run away. With amazingly strong hands, the strange
woman grabbed Bill's belt and hauled him back.
"Really, ma'am тАФ it's not my foot! I mean, if you really like it, take it!" Bill was only sorry that it was so
firmly attached. Perhaps if it hadn't been, though, it would have been long gone by now.
"Ah, c'mon, Trooper. Don't you want to play footsie with me?"
Bill didn't. He just wanted to get away. Unfortunately, for all his hard-packed, well-trained muscle, the
pretty but frightening goat-lady held him, unmoving in her grip. She seemed to have incredible power
stashed somewhere in those slender arms, that well-proportioned back. She hauled Bill back to the sea,
leaving behind two deep furrows where his scrabbling hands tried to find purchase in the sand.
"Noooooooooooo!" said Bill. The "No" turned into wild screaming as the lukewarm, foul water folded
over his legs.
"Take a deep breath, big guy. I can tell you're already in over your head about me!"
So saying, and cackling hoarsely with insane alien glee, the female satyr dragged the thrashing and
splashing and yowling Bill down into the mysterious, murky sea.


CHAPTER 4

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 Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Tasteless Pleasure


THE MYTHING LINK
Glug, thought Bill.
Glugity, bowby glug.
He seemed to be drifting now in a deep dark bowl of licorice-flavored gelatin, the kind that Eager Beager
used to scarf up so happily at Camp Leon Trotsky. Bill had always given that military nutcase his portion
of dessert, as did many of the recruits. Not out of generosity тАФ that wasn't the Troopers' way! тАФ but only
because it was completely inedible. Eager Beager didn't actually eat them all, only some. Most he used for
boot polish.
Down, down into the licorice gelatin went Bill.
Glug, gurgle, and glack.
His life flashed before his eyes.
Since it hadn't been much of a life, though, he had to go into repeats, and then syndication.
Finally, though, when the black stuff got immensely black and thick, and it looked like Bill was about to
cash in his credits, he suddenly found himself floundering and squishing on dry land, spouting out water
like a beached whale.
Then, just as oxygen restored his heartily heaving lungs to full capacity, somebody turned out the lights,
and he plunged yet again into total darkness.
"Rosebud!" was Bill's last thought as he began to drown.

Consciousness focused slowly, like a gently erotic cinematic fade-in.
Bill awoke to birdsong. Sweet zephyrs danced over his hair, and he heard the tinkle of laughter, the gentle