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stinging swat to her temptingly protruding bottom.

"Ouch! Stop it, you brute!" she laughed, obviously enjoying his playful
punishment. "Stop being silly, Chad. You're only twenty-four. Remember,
I've seen your personal-film. Horses haven't been around for at least a
century. You couldn't have seen one!"

"Correct--and wrong," he mused, leaning back against the tree, sipping
at the Chablis. "I'm twenty-four and you may have been peeking at my
bio-films, but you seem to have forgotten I've been a Voyager since I
was eighteen. And I've seen at least thirty different planets. Some of
which still have horses!"

Karin ignored his remark and spread a white disposacloth picnic mat at
his feet. She knew he was a Voyager. She realized his life was that of a
rocket-jockey, searching the galaxies for new inhabitable planets. And
she was more than aware of the long flights to other star systems taken
by star sailors such as Ponkert. She knew all this, but didn't like to
be reminded of it.

As Karin bent over the picnic basket to unpack their food, Ponkert's
eyes delved below the loose hanging neckline of her dress to the
tight-pressed valley between her breasts. His groin tightened at the
sight of the half-veiled, cream-coloured globes.

"Well, Mister Horse Eater," Karin said as she placed the final touches
on the food arrangement, "do you think this repast will suffice?"

He quietly surveyed the meal--cold chicken, potato salad, baked beans
and apple pie. Simple, but real. No synthetics. The monetary advantages
of being a Voyager were evident. This once plain snack would have cost
the average Earth worker a month's wages. Supply and demand, a hard
reality in an over-populated world. Thus the majority of Earth's peoples
lived and died never tasting real meat, or fruit, or vegetables.
Flavoured bulk, spiked with vitamins and protein were their staple diet.

But for Ponkert, the exorbitant cost of food, real food, was nothing.
Time-Shift Universal had paid him a cool million for five voyages; the
accrued interest had purchased the land they were on now. Space had
changed him; Earth's crowded cities were more than he could take
anymore. This small plot of undeveloped land was his shelter from a
strange world he didn't understand. This strangeness almost made him
eager for tomorrow's flight. Almost!

Now there was Karin.

"Eat up, star gazer," Karin ordered, holding a plate of food to him.
"And enjoy it! I know what all this cost!"

He smiled, taking the offering. His eyes once more settled on her