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Some place, some battle in the future... Justine was not sweating. One of the first times ever in fact. He was normally reviled because he sweat so much. He was fat, even he admitted to himself the fact. He was not big boned, he was not "husky". Nope, he was fat, on the Navy's weight management program, about to be discharged out the door. The only job he could get on board a serving combat vessel was as a ship's cook. Which made the first impression of him all the much more shaming as the hottest damned cabin in all of the ship was the mess. Wave after wave of salt and water and trace bits of urea. About the only think going for him was the

Back in the real world, Diana whipped the motorcycle into her parking spot. Leaving the helmet sitting on the seat, Diana found herself jaunting into the building. The security detail gave her a funny look. “Oh! Right!” pushing the sunglasses up on her head, Diana grinned wrinkling up her nose in an oddly cute way, “Sorry, Jonathan! It’s just me.” The uniformed guard smiled at the Princess, “The casual look suits you, Princess.” He complimented her as she darted past him. Turning to walk backwards she thanked him, but as she revolved around to head to her office she bumped into Congress Woman, Grayso