_The Goddess of Love had never showered Ool with her favors. He was the saddest lover this side of Io ... either that, or the most skillful lady killer since the invention of Gilk's death-ray._ As the soft tones of the morning gong sounded through the cabin Ool yawned and stretched. Then he grinned, remembering. This was the first morning of his honeymoon. Of course, honeymoons were even more out-of-date than marriage services. But Loris had wanted both and Ool was willing to let her have her way.…
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