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    Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm

    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611
Turn Left At..... Johan

Turn Left At..... Johan

Rivers, Robbie

Paperback

Fantasy

ISBN10: 154873005X
ISBN13: 9781548730055
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Feb 20 2018
Pages: 246
Weight: 0.54
Height: 0.52 Width: 5.08 Depth: 7.80
Language: English
I honestly do not know where to start here. But you asked, so here goes. Name: Fay. Fay Weathermartin. I am an owner / entrepreneur of a company that I run. Well my best friend and I run it and what the hell, she actually pilots the friggen ship. I can, but Luna loves running it. So, of course since Luna get a high from it, since I don't. She drives / flies it. I am fine with that. Staring for hours out that front window at blackness, stars flying by. Watching meteors showing up, maybe a planet or two, well I get nothing from that. Zip, nada, bumpkis. But when we are coming in for a landing, count me there. Love that part. I am talking about Black Jack. Black Jack is a small freighter, only an F-49 The year is 3012. We fly and transport items to outposts, small planets, and mining companies. Black Jack is small, but that works for us. This way we are not hauling some Fucking-almighty stupid things! Boy-oh-boy could I tell you stories...... But not going there. (There are animals, real bad animals...) You asked me for a story. A tale. About women in the skies / universe of transport. So I said yes. You are young and don't know. You are a person that already 'slotted' me into a category. And I am about to blow that up. I will watch your face, I will hold back my laughter and I will talk to you. But between you and me? You will not write this for consumption for the public. Why? Because you will believe it to be far-fetched. I sat there, more comfortable now as I got into the story. The story of a ship, run by females, owned by females and doing a great job...... Then I start again and say.....Everything went fine until the day we got grabbed by that tractor beam, dragged aboard a spaceship that was the size of a freaking planet! WTH? Who? What? Can I talk our way out of this and live? Well let's see if feminine wiles work. Gads, I hope they are at least half human......

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