BtD: Laurie watched the lace doilies flapping on the seat of MasterGeek's Intergalactic Harley as her love sped off into history. She sighed, pulling together the torn remnants of her bodice [note to self: check to see if you can wear a cashmere sweater over a bodice] as she recalled the tempestuous evening before and their mad, impulsive love-making under the shattered eaves of the neighborhood co-op. Alas, theirs was a star-crossed love, but she would always remember his beautiful grey eyes reflecting the flames issuing from the weapons dump the people had set afire when they had finally rejected the harshness of war and embraced the benevolent rule of their Anu'udrian masters. Now that he'd had the operation and testosterone would no longer be a problem, he'd return...she just knew he would.
"Typical of a peacenik chick to think my body isn't producing testosterone 24/7. Hey, maybe I'll find some hotter, younger chick to bang the night before I save the universe using some good old fashioned American technology developed in secret by the military and the CIA".