Kirk

Shahna had a job waiting tables . . . and a well-known soft spot for homesick spacemen.
     “On Earth,” this one said, “we select our own mate, someone we care for.”
     The uniform suggested an officer with the United Federation of Planets, but there was dirt on his face and his tunic was torn. “You’re bleeding,” said Shahna. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
     “It is the custom of my people to help one another when we’re in trouble,” he cooed while Shahna wondered how, in an infinite universe, this was the fifth earthman she’d met in as many weeks named James T. Kirk.

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