Written March 2001
Disclaimer: All of the characters and situations featured herein are property of Paramount Pictures. No infringement is intended.
The computer woke them from their slumber. He yawned and sighed and untangled himself from the sheets. His companion groaned and rubbed her eyes.
“Tom, what is it?” she asked. It was cold without him.
He struggled to pull his pants over his hips. “Duty call.”
“I have to, you know that.”
“Come back to bed.” She propped her head up with her hand. “Call in sick.”
He chuckled. “I don’t think the captain would approve.”
“I am the captain, remember?”
“Oh right. Well, then…Permission to call in sick, Captain?”
“Permission granted. Now get back to bed.”