… No

Liberteen giggled coquettishly into your shoulder when you two broke the kissing but not the embrace. She remembered her phone and pulled it out of her bra only to wince and she looked at you apologetically.

“Why are you giving me that look? I think we just established our mutual interest.”

“I just know guys don’t like their girls to talk to other guys.”

Blinking from shock your mind slowly catches up to the absurdity of what Helen just said. “Who the hell told you that?”

“My Boyf… my ex-boyfriend Ahmed. He is very religious. He didn’t like the idea of me going out to fight crime nor the way I was dressed, but it’s always been my dream! I couldn’t not try out.”

You were too stunned to discover any woman would put up with such nonsense. Ms. Troi took the opportunity to listen to the voice mail from Ahmed.

Liberteen winced and then looked at you apologetically again. “He didn’t actually break up with me. He wants me home now.”

You were developing a dislike for this Ahmed. Very carefully you pay attention to your words. “Do you want to go back to that?”

Confused was a mild at best description of the expression from Liberteen. “You don’t even know me… well you do now in the biblical sense, and I refuse to let even Ahmed know that before we were married… but I couldn’t help myself, and no I refuse to regret what we did, regardless of what Ahmed may now think of me.” She also couldn’t help but say all of that almost at once, as if she didn’t trust herself to not say it, or that you might interrupt her.

After taking six deep breathes Helen continued. “Besides, I could tell… you have a real shot of making Lady Owl happy. What woman on the planet wouldn’t want that?”