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 Exhaustedly, Diana made her way back to her quarters, stripped, and stepped into the shower. She turned around amid the warm steamy jets, nearly asleep, when she heard a noise in her apartment. She shook her head and showered on. Must have been dreaming, she thought. Then, as she began to soap herself, she heard a crash. She turned off the water, wrapped a towel around herself, and opened the door. There, in her apartment, stood a naked and enraged Jupiter. She slammed the door shut and locked it. A moment later, a spear crashed through the flimsy door, nearly impaling her. There was no way to call out—the bathroom did not have a phone because at her rank she did not rate such an amenity. She pleaded with the captain to stop, but he hurt his hand amid the splinters, and this caused him to rage all the more. The rest happened in a blur. As he crashed through the door, she climbed over him to escape. He grasped her nude figure, but she was slippery and escaped. As she ran to escape from her apartment, she slipped and fell. He lumbered after her and slapped her on the rear. She jumped up and he chased her around, finally cornering her in the shower. As he came at her with wrath in his eyes, she picked up the spear and ran him through. Then she ran, screaming, to get help.
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“Oh my Hercules!” Mars said upon hearing the story.
Apollo was performing surgery on the Old Man. Venus, Mars, and a few others stopped at Juno’s apartment to condole, and then moved on to the Parthenon bar on Level 3, a clean place run by a 2nd Century Corinthian hired not only for his singing talent but also his ability to remember drink recipes. His Gibson martini was out of this world.
“The Corinthian will have to go,” Venus now said in a hard tone. “So will the dancers, the midgets, and the lion trainers.”
“Wow,” Vulcan said full of realization, “there go the gals who dive in naked and clean the swimming pools along our street in Beverly Hills.” He and several others owned houses along a famed street there. They often left on junkets wearing sunglasses and cowboy hats. Mars personally thought the boots silly.
“We’re done for,” Mars informed the group. “We had a Z-gram from Blue Star Station. They are sending an Inspector, and I hear from backchannels this guy has a reputation you wouldn’t believe.”
“Maybe he can have an accident,” Vulcan growled.
“Easy,” Mars said, “we’ve been playing fast and loose too long here. BSS probably has video of us romping around, like that time Diana and I got pounced on by King Arthur.”
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