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Morgan and Ravindra are on a planet where the women are in charge. It’s not Ravindra’s scene, no, not at all.
Two people, a man and a woman, dressed in cream trousers and shirts, their belts bulky with attachments, ambled toward him. No doubt the local police. He noted each carried a nerve whip, and a sidearm in a holster. The two slowed down, glancing at Jirra and Prasad, who sat together on a low wall.
The female police officer stared at him as she approached, looking him up and down as though he were a piece of meat. She licked her lips, a glint in her eye, her gaze sliding down to his groin, undressing him with her eyes.
The last time a woman had had the temerity to look at him like that, he’d been a callow youth fresh out of the Academy, a target for older women looking for some action while their husbands were away. He glared at her.
She stopped in front of him and turned, standing with legs apart, hands on hips, a hint of a lascivious smile lurking around her lips.
“On your feet,” she drawled.
Ravindra’s hackles rose. Still, this was another planet, different rules. He stood, taking his time, and folded his arms, gazing down at her. “Is there a problem?”
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