PART THREE

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If you’re feeling kinda tedious, if life is seriously mediocre,

Here’s how to get that adrenalin flowing: just step aboard a Boeing, going high!

We’re living the high life, we’re living it well.

We’re living the high life, where everything’s swell.

We’re up in the sky, we’re flying so high.

Oh my, oh my!

We’re living the high life!

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Theme from UK comedy tv series 'The High Life'

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Early the next morning, while Jayne and Vera were still enjoying the afterglow of their final 'bout', Serenity flew the short hop to Miss 'Lilah's place. A quick wash, dress and breakfast all around and all the crew walked out of the landed craft into the morning sunshine. Kaylee had a twin pulling eagerly at each of her hands and Sarah walked between Zoe and Cliff. Mal walked in front, carrying the sealed envelope of incriminating photos. The seal was simply red wax, but it had the imprint of a crest on it. Miss 'Lilah stood on the verandah, wearing a pale blue day dressing gown with a big frill around the neckline and base. She put out her hand to receive the envelope from Mal.

Miss 'Lilah smiled, “Thank-you, Malcolm Reynolds.”

Mal nodded, almost touching his hat in deference, but catching himself, “Glad to save a lady's reputation.”

Miss Lilah slowly and deliberately tore the envelope into a large number of pieces, “Thank goodness that's over.”

“Gorram,” Jayne muttered, “Not even a peek!”

Vera looked at him, “Would you like any other man seeing me in intimate compromising positions?”

Jayne frowned, “Gorram; no!” His voice was a little on the loud side.

Miss 'Lilah hadn't missed the exchange. She moved closer to Jayne and Vera, looking at him first. A smile dimpled her mouth, “Basic fella, aren't you? Guns, muscles, sex and attitude.” There were some smirks and looks exchanged between those behind Jayne's back.

Jayne shrugged, “Ain't had any complaints, ma'am.”

“And even though you clearly adore Vera, you're contemplating the sight of me naked.”

A bad boy smirk played around his mouth, “Can't he