Two Clucking Old Hens
"Oh, you'll be surprised how many trolls out in space would give their right leg for a night with an exotic alien. Not just trolls, but aliens as well. They're not too different. Many have horns, probably different colors and sizes. Even their body structure is quite similar -- after all they're bred for that kind of lifestyle. And you know, being out in space for so long, fleet trolls need somewhere to turn other than their crew members. It's even harder for trolls who end up single in a ship filled with coupled recruits."
His weight was shifted to his right leg, giving himself a push closer to the desk of the jadeblood. As he took a seat, he snagged an ashtray that had been sitting around his desk and pulled it toward him.
"And it depends." What a bad habit he had developed over the sweeps. Soon these sticks will be the end of him. But maybe not for a while. "Are you jealous?" He puffed a cloud of smoke, rolling his head back with a dry stare.
