The Treasure of Lei Fong Wu

Chapter Five

“Hmmm. That feels good. That feels reeaal good. A little harder. Harder. That’s it. Slow it down just a bit . . . perfect! Just keep doing that for, oh, say the next decade,” Zoe gasped.

She was reclining in a beach chair, wearing a very small white bathing suit – much different from her “work clothes”. She also had a sunshade over her head – not that Epiphany’s sun was particularly hot, but it was bright – a G8, if she recalled correctly. Luckily, the terraformers had invested quite a bit into a protective ozone layer. No need for the rich folk to get sunburn if they could help it.

“I think you love my foot rubs better than you like . . . other things I do,” Wash complained playfully as he crouched at her feet.

“You ever spend two months in the same pair of socks?” she asked, peaking out from under the sun-shade.

“Ha! My first year of flight school!” he said, triumphantly.

“In wet, nasty, muddy terrain?”

“It was a damp climate, sometimes,” he admitted.

“People shootin’ at you?”

“It was in a rough neighborhood. I heard shots,” he defended.

“Somehow I doubt the two experiences are equivalent.”

“Mayhap. But I suffered. And I do enjoy the noises you make when I rub your feet. It reminds me of . . . ”

“Down, boy. I’m closed for business ‘till I can recuperate.”

“You’re supposed to be at your sexual peak!” he accused. “You should be peaking! Last night you were peaking all over the place! You spend months and months in combat, fighting to stay alive every moment, getting stabbed and shot and blown up and a little too much sex takes you down? I find that hard to believe.”

“I didn’t fight with my vagina,” she said with dignity.

“I wish I could say the same.”

“I meant I didn’t fight purplebellies with my vagina,” she corrected.

“For which as your husband I am eternally grateful. But still . . .”

“I guess you’re just too much da diao for me, flyboy,” she said with a sigh.

“Oh, you do know just the right things to