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No. 76137
"Ckat, bring me some pizza," I said, as I put my feet up. VJ-28 was quite a ways on the space highway. The adorable pink anime kitty cat that was my AI danced around the cabin.
"Of course, and pizza is a ballza choice and healthy for you because there is nothing wrong with your weight," she said, before the drawer dinged and out came my pizza. I rubbed myself casually through my clothes as I thought of negress staying with Transgender Secretary. I fired up an antique television show from an old civilization called the Food Network. Barbarians for sure, but they could cook.
I brushed the crumbs off my desk as we passed VJ-27. 28 was like the end of the cul-de-sac of the VJ sector, with penty of room for space stations and artificial suns. I touched down on the one verdant planet in the system. There were only a few large houses on the planet.
One thing had been bothering me ever since I hopped in the car. Why was her daughter living in such outskirts of civilization? She must have been young, so such property would have been hard for her to afford. I parked my car in front of the large house, not much security outside the complex. It was night, and my trenchcoat went fluttering as I exited the car in a cool way.
It did not take long after ringing the doorbell when someone answered. The woman looked like a spitting image of her mother, although obviously younger and hotter. The only difference was the very large, protruding, and distened belly. It was like she swallowed a watermelon. I had heard of such things before... vorelings. It was very sexy to some but I could never get into such things.
"You must be Lesbian Detective!" she said, smiling.
"How do you know me?" I asked, putting my hand on my cool revolver pistol underneath my coat.
"Oh, I just know you from the news! You've solved many cases with your intellect. Please, come in," she said, opening the door wider. Her story checked out, since I hellza was that successful.
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