Chapter Six: Sarah Gets the Spoils

         “Firstly, I offer myself as your indentured love slave.”

        Sarah, who had been about to give the order to her construction planes to start hoovering up the waste-matter on the battlefield for her future building efforts, blinked. “I excuse my what the holy shit !” Her eyes widened as the cockpit of Kellen’s power armor unfolded with only a minor squeak and clang of broken metal from the arm she had destroyed. Kellen himself stepped out – tall and angular as his robot, with a body built like a greyhound, all lean and limber and flat chested. He also had a cock nearly as big as Aiden’s, and he casually brushed his hands along his hair, to the base of his neck, then posed.

        “I am exceedingly experienced in all kinds of fuckery,” he said, his voice casual and confident. “And my wife has a non-compete clause in her marriage contract, so-”

        “What the flying fuck are you talking about!?” Sarah spluttered, trying to hide her slowly hardening nipples behind her arms as she crossed them. “I don’t want – or need a sex slave!”

        “Are you sure?” Kellen asked. He put his slick feet – he was still dripping with impact gel – against the hull of his mecha and skidded down it as if he was riding a surfboard on a wave. He sprang down with one last little hop, landing on the smooth, biomechanical floor that the bladelings had created with their bodies. He grinned, cockily. “You get ten percent of the residuals, that’s in the treaty.”

        “The...” Sarah blinked. “This is normal ?”

        “Y...es?” Kellen asked. “NovaDyne loses a lot. I understand, we are primarily in the market for shoes...” He spread his hands. “I mean, you’re part of our corporate family, you know that.” He chuckled. “So, we have several amelioration treaties. It’s part of the Kellen Love Slave series.”

        Sarah blinked again. Then her cheeks heated. “I-I thought those were sims.”

        Kellen grinned. “Played any?” he purred, leaning in close.

        “W-What? No!” Sarah shook her head. “They’re so expensive.” She blushed. “But I read their descriptions on the store page. They’re real?”

        “Every single one,” he said, smiling.

        “And your wife is okay with-” Sarah paused. “Oh god, did you say non-compete clause?”

        Kellen shrugged, spreading his hands wide in a ‘well, what can you do’ kind of gesture. “Such is life in the zone,” he said. “We’ve made our peace. Well, more accurately, she’s made her piece with Manny the Minotaur, her personalized sex bot. Gamma level, but really well trained. And he’s got a-”

        Sarah put her hands over her ears. “Ohmyfreakinggod.”

        “Sooo...” Kellen grinned at her.

        “You were trying to kill me, like, five minutes ago,” Sarah whispered, her hands sliding away from her ears. She blushed. Kellen’s eyes met hers – dancing with playful amusement. Her sex ached, remembering the feeling of the dildo inside of her. She chewed her lower lip, utterly shocked at herself. She was actually tempted. Only a teeny tiny itty bitty little bit. Not actually really tempted. Just...a little. Temptetted. She blushed even harder, her hair spines flexing in a nervous flutter.

        ‘That’s what makes it hotter,” Kellen murmured, stepping just a bit closer. His voice was warm, like liquid chocolate purring down her ears. “The passions of battle, the adrenaline, the fact that you’re a deadly alien...” He grinned at her, his tongue sliding along his lips, not quite touching her. “You just sacrificed hundreds of your own troops, just to build us a boudoir .” Sarah gulped, then stepped backwards, stammering.

        “F-Firstly, uh, their intelligences, their minds, uh, are just cycled back into the gestalt hive-mind thing that I command,” she said. “The next hatching? They’ll be in it, it’s part of the...it’s how the...a-also, my body is coated with a fine, uh, oh fuck it.” Her hand fumbled and she undid the catch on her nanolathe. It slid off her arm and onto the ground with a clack and clatter and she stepped forward, grabbed onto Kellen’s shoulders and kissed him, her adrenaline blooming inside of her body and coiling down into her belly. Her cunt felt like a furnace – a sticky, eager furnace that Kellen’s long, nimble fingers began to gently caress. His thumb found her clit almost instantly and buzzed faintly, a subdermal implant adding to her pleasure and nearly making Sarah go cross eyed. Her face twisted with pleasure and Kellen chuckled, then murmured in her ear.

        “You feel a mite eager , my deadly conqueror. Might this humble slave sup on your-” He yelped as Sarah grabbed onto his head, jerked his head back, then thrust her other palm against his neck. Her wrist tendrils plunged in, then jerked out and Kellen clapped his hand over the tiny wound. “ Ow . What was that?”

        “Uh, something something, my skin secrets a deadly neurotoxin,” Sarah said, already sliding down to her knees.

        “Your skin secrets a what ?” Kellen asked.

        Past the cool scent of the impact gel, Kellen’s cock was everything Sarah liked in a man: Thick and rich with his maleness . It was a hard to define smell, somewhere between a musk and a spice, pungent without being unpleasant, and it went up her nose, into her brain, and found the ‘come fuck me button’ and just hammered it like she was trying to get an elevator to come faster. Sarah breathed him in, then closed her dark black lips around the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around and around the tip of him, tasting him. Her eyes closed and Kellen stammered.

        “I...I...” He stopped, then gasped as Sarah pushed her mouth forward a bit, sucking half of his cock into her throat with a single, eager moan. His member bumped against the roof of her mouth, then slid down to her throat and she gurgled happily around him. Kellen’s eyes half closed and his fingers gingerly wound their way through her spined hair – which clamped tight, keeping his head fast to her scalp. Kellen let out a slow sigh. “Eh. Worth dying for this.”

        Sarah, her hand closed tight around the base of his cock, her knuckles brushing against the small contact points of one of his implants – likely the one that could be pumped full of acceleration drugs for a high gravity maneuver in a shitty spaceship without sufficient antigravity – drew her mouth back with a slow, eager slurp. Her spittle connected her lips to the tip of his cock, thick with his precum, gleaming in the pale light that filled the small dome. Her tongue slid along her lips and, panting, she said: “You won’t die. I injected you with a mutagenic retrovirus that will modify your body to, you know, be...gooder.”

        “Good...er...” Kellen blinked. “I offered you my body , not my genetics.”

        “Shh, it’ll be fine...” Sarah leaned forward again, closing her lips around the head of his cock again. Her tongue swirled around and around, teasing his foreskin, flicking against his slit. She tasted the delicious bust of his pre. The taste of him, it drove her absolutely wild. She started to pump his cock with her free hand, moaning as she closed her eyes and focused entirely on the delight of tasting a man’s cock. Her free hand dipped down – finding the place between her legs and stroking there. Her cunt was ready and eager, and she slid two fingers into herself, her claws adding a delightful edge to the sensation as her thumb rubbed her clit in slow, gentle circles. She bobbed her head and Kellen’s other hand cupped the other side of her head, gripping her with both now, giving him the leverage to begin to gently thrust into her mouth. She opened herself to him, her jaw clicking slightly with the effort of taking him.

        Kellen grunted and hung his head forward. His breath was hot and heavy. “Q-Question mistress...does...knowing you’re...fucking amazing at this turn you on?” He asked, then moaned and she felt his pre dripping down the back of her throat. Her tongue, which had wrapped entirely around his cock, pulsed within her mouth, swirling around him with a languid, almost snakelike motion. Kellen’s groan was almost pain. His balls jumped and twitched and she could feel the pulse of his cum sliding along his cock in the fraction of a second before it painted the back of her throat. Her throat worked, but he was plentiful: Seed filled her mouth, rushed up her nose, spilled out past her lips. It smeared on her chin and dripped onto her out-thrust breasts, one dollop landing directly on her nipple, blazing like hot wax against her sensitive skin. Sarah mewled around the cock in her mouth and Kellen drew back with a jerk.

        His cock popped free, leaving her face a messy, well fucked mess.

        Then another spurt slapped right into her forehead. It dripped along her nose, almost into her eye, and smeared along her cheek as he groaned, his hand pumping his own cock, aiming himself to spurt again, then again, then one last time against her. Each tiny blast of spunk was slightly less fecund than the last, but the end result was that she looked completely soaked . Her green skin glistened in tiny patches around the white spunk that dripped and smeared along her cheeks and her nose and her forehead. Her eyes, unfocused, looked off into a random direction.

        “Wow...” Kellen said.

        “Mmm, thanks slave,” Sarah mumbled. “That’ll be fifteen novabucks.”

        “Uh, heh, do you want to do that kind of kink?” Kellen asked.

        “What? No!” Sarah shook her head, trying to clear her head. It was hard. Her nose was filled with the scent of his spunk. Her tongue burned with the flavor of it. Her mind buzzed – but not just with pleasure. She felt as if she had taken a hit of one of the neruotropics that middle manages pounded down when it came to crunch time. Her eyes slowly closed and her tongue darted out, scooping up more and more of the cum on her face. She found that was too slow. Her fingers scooped up the cum on her face, from her chin, and she started to lick it up, her lips smacking as she pulled her pointer fingers from her mouth, then opened her eyes and looked up at Kellen.

        “So, I take it the mods I get to be tastier paid off?” he asked, grinning insolently down at her.

        “Fuck me right now.” Sarah said, an instinct burning inside of her. It wasn’t quite the urge to be bred. But it was dangerously close. She had felt something faintly similar to this, when she had been exposed to her own aphrodisiac – but she also had zero time to try and be introspective. Her hands slapped against the ground, her knees scraped against the biomechanical curves of the floor, and she arched her spine, like a bitch in heat. Her ass thrust into the air and she spread her thighs as widely as she could. She presented herself. It felt so humiliating and so arousing, all at once. Her head ducked forward and she looked past her own belly at her sex and saw that she was literally dripping with long strands of alien arousal. Her pussy was puffy and eager and she smelled her own pheromones, buzzing into the air.

        “Well, well, that looks positively delicious,” Kellen crooned, his hands reaching out to cup her ass.

        “Unn, too slow!” Sarah pushed her face against the ground and shifted her pheromones. They changed in flavor, her nose scenting the changes and translating them to a smell of peaches.

        Kellen froze. His eyes unfocused, then focused and seemed to glow. He let out a noise she had never heard a human make before in her life – it was guttural and feral and bestial and utterly unhinged. Kellen didn’t have words. He just grabbed her shoulders, mashed her down as hard as he could do, and mounted her. His cock, burning hot, skidded along her thighs and pressed to her sex. He rocked his hips back, his breath fever hot on her neck. Sarah closed her eyes, her head spines clamping tight in her excitement as her clawed fingers dug into the floor, powdering the bone-like structure she had crafted. Kellen tried to thrust into her, but he was too excited, too damn excited, and his cock actually skidded along her frictionless cunny, bumping against her belly. A throbbing spurt of his pre-cum soaked her belly and Kellen let out a whine of frustration, as if he was a dog. He wriggled, then tried thrusting again – and again, his cock slipped and bumped against her.

        “Come onnnn!” Sarah whined.

        Kellen bit her.

        It was a movement so completely unlike a human’s – and it was awkward and wrong. He needed a muzzle to hold her properly. But his teeth still pressed to her skin and triggered some ancient, buried instinct inside of her. She froze, holding so perfectly still that even her heart had stopped beating. Kellen drew back and slammed into her again – and this time, his massive cock opened her sex and took her to the hilt in a single, driving thrust . His balls swung around and clapped against her clit and she let out a little scream, throwing her head backwards.

        There was no time to get used to what Kellen was doing – there was only time to grip the floor and rock her hips backwards as Kellen began to fuck her. He began to fuck her into the ground, his hips slamming against hers so hard that she was worried that he’d bruise. Hell, she was worried, distantly, that she might bruise. But those worries were like boulders caught in an avalanche. From one perspective, huge. From another, distant shapes, buried underneath the driving, hammering now . Kellen’s teeth skipped off her neck and he grunted in her ear, his fingernails digging against her skin as he drove into her again and again and again.

        “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Sarah managed to gasp out, her eyes closing, her head rolling backwards. She arched her spine and her cunt clenched on him – trying to hurry him along, trying to get him to paint the inside of her womb with his seed. She needed his genetics. She needed it more than she needed oxygen or water. Kellen, though, had cum once already. Recently. No matter how tight she was, no matter how hard she fucked him back, no matter how much she wanted to beg, Kellen was still going to fuck her. Part of her gnashed its teeth in frustration.

        Another part was deliriously happy.

        Her eyes rolled back into her head as her third, or...fourth orgasm crashed through her body and her throat felt too raw to do more than let out a throaty croak, while Kellen had slowed his thrusts, only so that he could fuck her harder . His hands were mounted on her ass, which was the only part of her that was not molded against the floor in her desperate, animalistic posing. His thin fingers pressed themselves into her green rump, squeezing her so tightly that if she hadn’t had superhuman toughness, she was fairly certain that he’d have drawn blood. As it was, it just felt divine. She rocked back against him limply, unable to do much more than add tiny movements to his own jackhammer hard drilling into her. His balls slapped against her thighs and he grunted in time with his thrusts.

        But his voice was starting to make actual words – the fog of pheromones lifting just enough to form words. “Fucking tight , fucking perfect  fuck, yes, fuck, god, I love fucking your cunny, fuck, god, fuck!” He panted. “Fuck I’m going to pour every fucking drop into your womb, mistress, fuck, yes! Yes! Yes!” He closed his eyes tight.

        Sarah rolled her head back, craning her eyes upward. She couldn’t see him from this position – only feel him – but her eyes bored into the smooth, geodisic dome that arced over her head. “Fucking do it already, ahh!” She bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood and Kellen, at long last, gave way. He slid his hands along the small of her back to her shoulder blades to her shoulders, gripping her as he leaned forward, groaning into her ear – it was almost a pained noise. And then the warm gush of his cum filled her. It filled her to the utter brim. Her eyes closed and she rocked with the tidal wave of pleasure as his heat bloomed in her belly, sweeping outwards. Her cunt tightened and a thin line of his cum squirted free, forced out by the pressure of his spurting and the tightness of her sex. It soaked along his balls, coating them in a fine sheen of their mixed juices. He dripped with her and then sagged against her back.

        “My...head...hurts...” He mumbled.

        Sarah panted. “That’s the pheromones wearing off.”

        “Mm...” Kellen buried his nose against the base of her neck. He licked her slowly, squirming.

        “Mmm...” Sarah closed her eyes. Her HUD floated before her eyes – the mixture of human and Claw iconography flowing and jumbling. She frowned, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. There was the series of bars that indicated what her factories could build, back at her base. There was the queue of units under construction – she could call that up with a thought. There was her minimap. But the area underneath the Carbon and Radioactives count that dominated the upper right hand side of her view was blurring and buzzing with static.

        “So, uh, you don’t eat your mates once-” Kellen started.

        “Shhshshh!” Sarah flopped one arm weakly. She felt like a completely wrung out rag doll – and yet, the entire weight of Kellen’s lanky frame was about as easy to ignore as a light comforter. A paradox, it seemed, to her fuck addled brain. But she was more interested, for the moment, in the way the fuzz was turning into a rectangle. Four images appeared and when she focused on them, they grew in her eyes and she could spin and rotate them with a thought. It was a bit like looking at 3d models in a design program, but a thousand times more detailed. Every time her eyes settled on a different component or body part of the new critters, her brain filled with tactical information.

        She could now create the massive bladed elephantine creature that had mashed up her hardsuit on Trappist 1-A. And a kind of biological flying machine – it had four wings, but they weren’t made to ‘flap’ in space. Rather, they had agrav crystals worked into each of the membranes, allowing them to dart around even in microgravity. They were also loaded with... wow , a regenerating cache of symbiotic projectiles that could be bred to fire anti-vehicle or anti-infantry or even anti-spaceship biological warheads. And the third was a kind of huge blimp thing that looked like it could serve as both a transport – if she didn’t mind it taking a while – and as a way to generate additional radioactives and carbon in their blazing hot guts.

        The fourth was…

        She…

        Wasn’t entirely sure.

        It looked like a crab – heavily armored and four legged, with a fantastically complex set of radioactive-intensive organs in the guts. She looked at those organs and tried to piece together what they could do, but the information felt too esoteric and complex. It was like learning about FTL physics all over again. Causality and paracasuality and all that garbage. Sarah opened her eyes – despite that last confusion, she was beaming. “Kellen,” she whispered.

        “You don’t, right?” he asked.

        “Kellen...your cum just unlocked my next tech level,” she whispered.

        “...nice,” Kellen said. “But seriously, you don’t-”

        “I only eat my mates when they’re being annoying , Kellen,” Sarah growled.

***

        “Hey, Steve!” Sarah said, clapping her hands together as she stood in the new and improved briefing room of the Excalibur . With plenty of resources, a nanolathe, and plenty of construction robots, Tasha and Tex and Haliee had taken charge and began a vast restructuring of the interior of the starship to make room for each of their new companions and, in Tasha’s words, remove all those freaky statues. “You look great!”

        Steve Shives, who still rubbing his newly restored arm with an expression of wonder, blinked up at her. “T-Thanks,” he said, slowly. “Uh, so, uh...right. No...pants...or shirt...” He trailed off, his eyes looking up at the ceiling. Sarah blushed, remembering her own nudity, her arms crossed over her chest and looked back at Tex, who was sipping a big old cup of coffee.

        “What’s the sitch, Tex?” she asked.

        “Well, you fucked my sister’s husband,” Tex said, his voice dry as deep space. “While live broadcasting your every word to every radio band in the system.”

        Sarah stood perfectly still. A slow roaring sound filled her ears.

        “Oh,” she said.

        “We listened to the entire thing,” Hailee said. “I was most impressed with the amount of profanity you were able to coherently think while being hammered with that level of pleasure. Synth started to take bets on when you would coin some neologisms and won handily. I counted a full five new phrases: Cuntfuckshit, holy fuck-cunt-ery, and-”

        “ Anyway !” Sarah said, loudly. “What’s the tactical situation.”

        “Other than the fact you aided my brother in law in cheating on my sister?” Tex asked. “It’s not good, Sarah. The battle on the second planet in this system has been concluded – Plasma Dynamics has fallen back to the third planet. This means that Space Belisarius has the planet that the sensors says has the most resources and all the PD tech labs he captured. Which is the big problem.”

        “Oh?” Sarah asked, her cheeks still burning. She tried to lean casually against the wall but stumbled backwards several feet before finding it. She tried to make that look like it was intention.

        Tex sipped from his cup slowly, then set it down. “SB took the tech labs mostly intact – he performed a deep core insertion without getting pinged by their space defenses, then blitzed them so hard that I’m still trying to piece together every trick he used. Sexy Napoleon got her ass resoundingly kicked.” He sighed. “But that means that SB now has most of the space based fortifications that Plasma Dynamics built and he’s now filling his Lagrange points with this.” He nodded to the holo table in the center of the room. The projection showed a satellite that looked a great deal like a certain famous mascot character. Their placid smile rapidly became sinister as the weapon specs scrolled out. “The M.I.K-Yen Class laser defense satellite. They’re only really dangerous if you don’t take the time to blow them outta the sky at long range. But if we stay at long range, the planetary railguns gut us.”

        “So, we avoid the planet,” Sarah said, nodding. “I mean, fuck em. We don’t have to fight them. We have nanolathes, we can just build ourselves a HPS Drive and...and...”

        “None of our lathes have the schematics programmed in,” Tasha said, biting her lip.

        “Hypertrophic Plane Shift Drives remain one of the few actually scarce resources in the galaxy,” Haliee said, cheerfully. “They require several exotic elements that take large amounts of expertise and energy to synthesize. I’m talking atom smashers that ring planets. Like the kinds on Wolf-359 B, in the Plasma Dynamics labs!” She giggled. “If we had those , we could build ourselves an open source HPS Drive and be able to go literally anywhere in the human sphere without being interrupted, stopped, or fined. Though, I may still add in loot boxes…”

        “Why?” Steve asked, his voice tremulous.

        “Gambling is fun?” Hailee sounded confused. “Don’t worry, I won’t put actual currency requirements in it. It will be more like a dopamine button! Doesn’t that sound delightful?”

        “Well, I mean, if I wanna get a dopamine rush I’ll-” Sarah stopped herself, her face flushing as she realized the cliff her mouth had been driving her towards. She clapped her hands together. “Okay! We just need to figure out how to get past the Mickies!”

        “M.I.K-Yenns,” Tex said.

        “Yeah, the Mickies,” Sarah said, pointing at the defense schematics. “I mean, look at them.”

        Tex grumbled. “I don’t want to get blown out of space by Micky Mouse.”

        “Problem: We take on the Mickies, the PD railguns get us,” Aiden said, speaking up for the first time. “We try and rush the railguns, the Mickies get us. We can’t get in.”

        Sarah frowned, looking at the slowly rotating head of the famous mouse mascot. “Well, obviously,” she said. “We need a backdoor.”

***

        “Man, you forget how much it fucking sucks to wear clothes until you have to put them on,” Sarah muttered, her finger tugging at the collar of the uniform that Aiden had whipped up for her. When she had expressed a measure of shock at his sartorial skills, Aiden had given her a little smirk.

        “I had to make my own binders, my own masc clothes, my own everything . It was cheaper to just take the dresses Mom bought for me then hack them into being masculine than it was to earn up my own money and but them from the fabbers,” he said, tugging the last tie taut on her back. “I stole the uniform from a Disney serial, Honor Harrington, but I modified it. Green instead of gray, and with a bladeling instead of a griffon. Pretty cool, huh?”

        “Cool,” Sarah whispered, looking down at herself. She giggled, quietly. “I guess, since we’ve already stolen DisneyPlanet, throwing more copyright infringement won’t be that bad, right?”

        “That’s the spirit,’ Aiden said, then slapped her ass. “Knock em dead, Commander Kappel.”

        “Right, uh...Hailee? Open the coms,” Sarah said.

        “Requesting quantum uplink,” Hailee said. She hummed the first five notes of the theme to My Pony Dreamtime for a solid minute before she said. “Okay! Quantum uplink established.”

        The center of the bridge – cleared out of everyone but Sarah – glowed as holographic projectors whirred to life and the image of Sexy Napoleon came to life. And Sarah had to admit, for a girl who had been pretty sure she had been straight until she had grown her own cock and fucked Tasha silly, she was pretty sure that Sexy Napoleon lived up to every namesake she had taken. She was sprawled, sideways, on a command throne and dressed in what was clearly an 18th century regimental uniform, all blue and white and black. Her polished boots clicked together and her bicorn hat was tilted at a rakish angle, while a slender rapier was held lazily in her left hand. Her face was gently curved, her eyes a brilliant red, and her pale lips were marked by the twin indent of two small fangs, which peeked out of her mouth.

        She was blond.

        And she had tits the size of Sarah’s head.

        “Ahhh,” Sexy Napoleon crooned. “So it’s true. StarCon’s prize flagship has been taken by an alien communist.” She grinned. “A Disney uniform on a NovaDyne corp-citizen, standing in a StarCon bridge, with a hacked nanolathe and a completely inhuman biology.” She licked her lips. “At least you have an amazing rack.”

        “Th...I...we’re not communists!” Sarah said.

        “Hmmm, really? Then who's your boss?” Sexy Napoleon asked.

        “We...technically...I mean, we don’t really have  a boss. We kind of have discussions, but...I mean, kinda me, but also not?” Sarah blushed. “I mean, I don’t want to boss anyone around. I just...” She shook her head. “Listen, it doesn’t matter what I am or am not. You just got beaten by Space Belisarius, right?”

        Sexy Napoleon pursed her lips.

        “I want to go beat him up and take his stuff,” Sarah said. “I just need your Plasma Dynamics security backdoor, so we can tell the railguns to not shoot us down, just long enough to let us blow our way through the orbital defenses he’s built. Then we take the atom smashers, build ourselves a HPS Drive, and bingo bango bongo, we’re outta here.” She punched the air in a kind of assertive way. At least, she hoped it was assertive.

        Sexy Napoleon considered, lifting her rapier, tapping the flat of the blade against her lips and her nose. After about thirty seconds, she stopped, then nodded to herself. “Nah,” she said.

        Sarah gaped at her. “But-”

        “Listen, cutie,” Sexy Napoleon said, her voice a soft croon. “If it was just us, I’d do it. I mean, No skin off my nose to give you security keys that will be changed once Belly hacks through the externals and rewires the entire base. Give it a month or two, tops. But the thing is, I’m one battle away from unlocking the third tier of my rewards package.”

        “Your...rewards package...” Sarah said, slowly.

        “Yeah!” Sexy Napoleon said, beaming. “Once I hit tier three, my retirement plan includes free dental for life .”

        “You...want to...wage a war...over a dental plan?” Sarah asked.

        “Uh, yeah?” Sexy Napoleon said, her brow furrowing as she sat up a bit. “Have you seen how expensive dental surgery is?” She grinned. “So, if you want the codes, you gotta take em, cutie.”

        Sarah clenched her jaw. “All right then.” She said, her hands tightening. “But, Sexy...it’s Commander Cutie. I mean Sarah. I mean-” She was talking to an empty room.

        Sexy Napoleon had hung up.