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Hijinks, Hitchhikers & Mayhem
by Gail Koger

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All Casey wanted was to have hot, mind-blowing sex with Hothar, her soul mate. That little fantasy went up in smoke when she’s stuck babysitting a cowardly witch who is the galaxy’s only hope of survival.

The image of a nude female draped over Hothar’s lap flashed across my mind. Oh, hell no. The bastard was fondling her breasts. A murderous fury swept over me. “And how many pleasure houses did that undercover assignment include?”

Hothar’s eyes narrowed. “I did what was necessary to maintain my cover.”

“And you enjoyed every minute of it too, didn’t you?” I shoved the memory of the nude female into his head. “Why don’t you just admit, you forgot all about me. But that’s okay, you’ll never have to see me again. It’s a win-win situation for both of us.” I stomped off.

The war commander teleported in front of me. “Stop!”

“Why? You made your choice and it’s obvious you don’t want me.”

Hothar’s hands closed around my arms and up I went. He held me at eye level. “How could you even think I would have sex with another female?”

“What am I supposed to believe? You were touching her.” I studied his stern face, hoping to find some sign of affection or love. “I thought you were the other half of my soul. Guess I was wrong.”

A burning hunger exploded in Hothar’s eyes. “Every hour of every day without you was pure agony.” He gently shook me. “You are mine and I will never let you go.”

“Why should I believe you?”

Hothar’s mouth closed over mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a body-burning, soul-searing lip lock.

I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea what a real emergency is. Take this for example: I answered, “9-1-1 emergency, what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a clue. “I’m sorry ma’am but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then cried, “But… What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone I took up writing. 

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