A Little Nip Does the Trick

By G L Drummond

I’m jonesing bad; jittering on the edge of the spaceport and searching the new arrivals.

Two weeks since my last fix. Two. Blasted. Weeks.

I need one, and the spaceport is the best place to make a connection.

Sliding my hand into the pouch attached to my belt, I run my fingers through the dried herb.

Damn stuff doesn’t do a thing for me, but it’s worth its weight in gold when it comes to trading for what I do need.

Another ship lands, and I watch it closely. It looks like the right kind. After a few minutes, a tall, muscular male comes striding down the lowered ramp. One look and I’m on fire. He’s perfect.

I give my hand a good roll in the herb, and rub it over my neck before moving. Casual like, making sure I’ll seem to accidentally bump into him. Goes off without a hitch; his big green eyes blank as the smell of the herb reaches his nose.

Hooked? Check!

Keep walking…is he…yes. He’s tracking me.

There aren’t too many of us humans running around loose, and the other species haven’t quite figured out what to make of us just yet. That makes it a little lonely. Me, I’d learned damn quick which was my favorite species – Katarrs. Six and a half feet of thick, soft fur over truly impressive muscles and much better than an electric blanket for keeping a girl warm during the forty degree Kellestraen nights.