CHAPTER TWELVE
Lava's jaw dropped. Her wide eyes darted between Mila and Flora. "That has got to be the lamest pick up line, ever." She slashed the air with her palm. "Ever!"
Mila decided that what the crazy little girl was suggesting was their only way out, so she insisted. "She's telling you the truth, actually. This rocket is of ancient Enosian technology, and if you let me f**k you, it'll go faster."
Lava crossed her arms under her breasts and snorted derisively. "Bullshit."
"It's true," Flora said in a small voice. "When we made love the ship repaired itself."
"Oh yeah?" Lava snapped at her. "Then why don't you let her f**k you over here? You're welcome to take this station."
"It has to be a Pyrite, or so we believe," Mila said. She didn't want to put pressure on the woman, but
