Marishka had agreed on private language lessons with shock because she appreciated his respectful attitude towards learning the Klingon language and just about everything else he had done in life so far that she had been able to observe. They had set the time for 2100 because they were both very busy people and that seemed to be most appropriate for the next few days. It also seemed that her quarters would be the most private for such matters. She had gotten home a bit early and created the proper environment. The room was quiet and the furnishings minimal. Acoustics had been reset and she had even decided to change the environmental controls in order to minimize her pheromones as much as possible. That wasn’t easy because her Klingon and Orion endocrine system maximized their potential. Stepping out of the shower she took one last look around and was satisfied with the results. Flipping a bit of long dark hair back over her shoulder she was even satisfied with her outfit. A leather black mini skirt held together by several silver buckles and sheer gold and red strapless top held together by several smaller buckles in the front. Her opal necklace was worn on a strand of red beads that matched The hourglass naval piercing she hadn’t taken off since Julian gave it to her of those many many moons ago. She doubted the communication function worked anymore but it had just become a part of her.

• Marishka