As
Lt. Sulu waited for his date in the Botany Lab; he played mubly-peg.
Faster and faster he stabbed the razor-sharp knife between his
fingers.
Yeoman
Janice Rand came in and gasped “What are you doing!?”
“Killing
time.” He replied with a shrug.
“Is
it dead? She retorted, sitting by him.
Sulu
threw the knife. It stuck in the side of Gertrude’s planter with a
hearty thwap. He pulled Janice to him and kissed her - tenderly,
deeply, passionately.
“No,
it can‘t be.” He sighed when they came up for air, “Because
I’ll love you till the end of time.”
FIN
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