“Frog, Daddy will never know, I promise!” Skeeter said in a soft, reassuring voice. “Who is going to tell him? I’m not. He might want to take the Lulu Belle back,” she fretted. “This is my third freighter. I promised him I wouldn’t tear it up.”
“You are dangerous, Skeeter,” Froget muttered under his breath. “You weren’t supposed to go out into space. I told you I would repair the damage to the Lulu Belle.”
“I know you did, but what about the other ship? I mean, I put a scratch on it too. It was only right to fix it,” she insisted. “I didn’t want you to have to do all the work. I was the one who… you know.”
Froget looked at the voluptuous redheaded human female walking beside him. It had been four days since she backed into the Zion Warship Conqueror, leaving a long scratch down its star
