She needs a man's touch

With a wicked grin I decide on a course of action. If she wanted to play the role of an imperial hottie being ravished by a demanding space pirate, I was more than happy to oblige. Making my voice sound as much like an intercom as I could I repeated the initial announcement of the starliner's commander when he realized his great spaceship was being boarded. I may have not got the words exactly right, but I'm sure they were close enough for Alison to understand what was happening.

“Attention, attention... this is not a drill ... May I have your attention please.” The sudden gasp from the other side of the bedroom door confirms that I had my young tenant's full attention. “At this time all passengers should return to your rooms and lock the doors. Keep your intercoms on and listen for further instructions.” To my delight I hear the lock on Alison's bedroom door click as Alison plays along with my 'attack' of her ship. I head downstairs where I quickly grab my computer and pocket the spare key to the upstairs rooms.

I remember having the original Star Wars movie downloaded and as I silently climb back upstairs, I find the scene where Luke and Leia are cornered by storm troopers in at the tractor-beam control tower. With the volume turned up, the sound of laser fire fills the hallway. I add a few panicked comments like 'Retreat ... retreat ... there are too many ... ' it is a little hokie, but honestly considering I pulled the whole thing together in less than three minutes, I thought it sounded pretty believable.

“All hands ... code zeta code zeta ... all hands, we are being overrun; I am initiating code zeta!” At this point I turned up the volume of the laser-fire on my computer and let out a load grunt of pain after a particularly loud blast. Changing my voice to sound coarse and demanding I mimick the triumphant declaration of the dreaded space pirates. “Attention passengers of Imperial Starline Evening Star. You all are now under the control of new leadership.” From the other side of the bedroom door, I heard a whimper of despair. “At this time all passengers should remain in their cabins ... In about a minute, I will be overriding the door locks on all passenger suites, any attempt to bar your door will only make us angry.” I quietly turned off the computer and counted slowly to 30 before silently inserting the key to Alison's door before opening it with a loud 'click'.

“Who's there?” I remained silent for another 30-count using the time to take off my shirt and shoes and then opened the door with a crude laugh as I survey the scene before me. Alison had been busy too since I last saw her. She is no longer naked and the hairbrush that she had been using so vigorously is nowhere to be seen, but I am not in the least bit disappointed, as she had put on a silk nightie and brushed the tangles out of her thick hair.

I didn't even know she owned a silk lacey nightgown like this, but it was precisely what an entitled daughter of the decadent Imperium nobility might wear. Alison, of course is not a brunette like the Kaylee-Ann from the book, but in all other ways she looks exactly like what any space pirate would lust after: young, unspoiled and just a little defiant as she confronts the villain that invaded her sanctuary.