Kelly paced inside of the holodeck waiting for Ian to show up. There was no way she was going to stand outside the holodeck in her current get up. Once her mother told her that men did all sorts of crazy things for women when they loved them. Looking at herself in the reflection of a shop window she wondered why no one ever said the same thing about women. She also realized why so many people wore capes. Sure they got stuck in turbines, engines, elevator chutes, car doors, revolving glass entrances, ropes that for some reason had a hook on them, hatches of submarines as they were sinking to the bottomless depths of the briny sea yet they did have a purpose. It was simply for warmth. Kelly felt a redness creep into her cheeks as another man passed her with a ‘good evening ma’am’ and a tip of this hat. The funniest part was the man was not hitting on her even dressed like this.

Kelly pondered her situation and exactly what had brought her to the decision purple go go boots and a matching leotard was going to be the best birthday present ever for Ian Bordeaux. Most women would have stuck with something homemade to eat and a nice satin nightgown. Kelly though went 180 degrees in the other direction. If any of the crew saw here now they might seriously crank up the rumor mill about what occurred during her and Ian’s long meetings behind closed doors.

An old printed newpaper tumbled down the road reminiscent of a westerns tumbleweed and finally lodged on a lamppost. The headline read....”Who will dave us?” Kelly mulled the wording over her mind and wondered the same thing as she waited for Ian.

Captain Kelly Shultz