The classic route to a man's heart is through his stomach—and she was just his dish.
doors to the tiny refreshment stand at the foot of the dining room stairs. The attendant rose from his stool as she approached, and came to the counter.
"I'd like two frosted starlights, please," she said, "on a tray."
"Two," said the attendant, and nothing more, but his eyebrow climbed up his forehead, hung for a second, then slowly drooped back to normal, as if to say that after all these years he no longer puzzled about a lovely young girl who came around in the middle of a Wednesday rest period, dressed like Saturday night and smelling of perfume, ordering two intoxicating drinks--when she was obviously traveling alone.
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Lenore felt a thrill of secret pleasure go through her, a feeling of possessing a delicious secret, a delightful sensation of reckless gaiety, of life stirring throughout the sleepy ship, of a web of secrets and countersecrets hidden from everyone but this unconcerned observer.
She walked back down the corridor, balancing the tray. When a littl
After 3 years teaching school at the edge of the galaxy--with no social contacts--she was ready to meet the telepathic zoologist with the broken ankle.
A just-okay story that has a great ending. Nice descriptive details.
Lenore is lured by a telepathic passenger on board the starship and discovers that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.