Subj: Felisha Pt.2 (Adult)
Date: 5/14/00 3:08:49 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Marcos1

The middle aged man lay on the large Victorian bed. He was just so tired! Perhaps joining Star Fleet wasn't such a good idea. The only job that he could qualify for, was being a security guard. Writing was his first love. Wait a minute, why was he kidding himself? To be honest, his first love was the holodeck. He just loved it. He was a true holodeck junkie.

"My darling, you look so tired," the young woman said. She was a pretty brunette with long flowing hair, wearing a low cut blue colored dress. "May I join you? Now, that David has finished his studies, I can devote my time to something, I'd really rather be doing."

"And what is that my sweet?" he asked, smiling.

Vicki stretched her arms over her head and laughed. "Be with you, of course. Now let me get out of this dress."

"Don't you dare," said a woman walking into the bedroom. "Mark, I've warned you about this...you are suppose to doing your security detail on deck 200. I've afraid this will mean a court martial."

"Lieutenant Yar," Mark said, "I'm sorry...I'll get right back to my duties. Please don't report me to the Captain. It's just that the stress level has been so high lately. With the Wolfa coming and all."

"Please don't do anything to my Mark," Victoria Winters said. "We are going to get married and move to France."

"Computer, Mark program 1, shut down," the pretty blond security chief said. Victoria Winters and the surrounding room disappeared, in their place was a room with a metal wall, empty and sterile looking. "Mark, I'm placing you under arrest."

"Now, I wouldn't do that," a man said, walking into the room. He was a handsome man with blue eyes and fine features. "Unless, you want me to call Admiral Jamison of Star Fleet command, and tell him, you are interfering with our battle plans against the Wolfa."

"Who the hell are you?" Tasha Yar asked.

"Quentin Collins," he said smiling. "At your pleasure my dear."

"So you are that conceited, reckless, friend of Admiral Jamison. You were caught making love with the ships counselor in the Captain's ready room."

"The very same," Quentin replied, bowing. "And now it's your turn, lovely one."

"The hell, it is," Tasha Yar said. She sighed, narrowing her eyes. "Mark, go back to your duty station. I guess, we can forget this incident for now...but if it happens again...friend or no friend of Quentin Collins...you are going to the brig."

"Yes, mam," Mark said, hurrying away. He paused at the doorway. "Quentin, did you bring Felisha?"

"Yes, my friend, and she will be happy to see you."

"Not, as happy, as I will be," Mark said, smiling. "Now, I'd better get back to my duties."

Quentin smiled at Mark. "I'm happy to see you again, old friend." Quentin thought back to that day, three hundred years before, when Mark and Felisha, were painted by a man named Charles Delaware Tate. He was glad to have made that choice and arranged for the painting. Eternity was just too long to be without friends.

To be continued--