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Mission: Prelude<br>
Day: 2<br>
Stardate: 2446.03.24<br>
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dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“Oh, I am sorry. I did not wake you, did I?” Aggie asked.</span></p><br>
"Not at all. Even if I was, to be woken by a beautiful woman is always
in order," he replied as he admired her 'uniform'. "You look lovely
tonight, Doctor. I hope you dress this way for future house calls," he
said with a smile. <br><br><p dir="ltr"
style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“I just thought since I cannot get you on vacation, I would bring Vacation to you. After all, what you have been thorough, you deserve a little fun.”</span></p><br>
"Why that is a wonderful idea," he said, as he sat up on the bed, the
sheet falling to the side. "Perhaps I am a bit under dressed for the
vacation, I hope you don't mind." he added. <br><br><p dir="ltr"
style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“You know what, this is a bad idea. What was I thinking?” Aggie asked rhetorically.
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"Not at all Aggie, this is not a bad idea at all," he said as he stood up. Taking the tray from her hand, he placed it on his desk. "This looks delicious. Thank you," he moved to give her a hug.
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