<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">(Miren Baines Post) </span><br/><br/>Dallas slowly pressed his palms on the floor and picked himself up, looking around before placing his eyes upon Quinn who was kneeling on top of the Shandra.<br/><br/>" If you think I'm going to flatter you with an attagirl you are mistaken," he commented, " What was with the whole talk-a-thon you were doing before? You should have shot the bitch!,"<br/><br/>Dallas then suddenly realized he was standing naked in front of Quinn with nothing more than his cybernetic arm attachment. It was also apparent that he had become aroused during the violence but it didn't seem to bring a sense of shame nor care to him either. Dallas actually found it humorous with his cock half erected, it was pretty massive in its own right and fit his own build, with an impressive 8 pack, broad chest, and cut appearance. Dallas had an intricate dragon tattoo that snakes over his right breast and followed over to his back that ended with a curled tail. Dallas scratched his head and looked at the mess, counting the dead bodies that were on the floor with shell casings.<br/><br/>"She shot me but it lodged into my breast plate...," he then said, " the blood was from the other two women she suddenly killed --- Vicky and Cherry...she was a nice shot for a crazy bitch...I knew I should have put up my weapon. What's a guy gotta do around here to enjoy his threesome?," as he started to laugh. Dallas looked in his room and shook his head as he saw the two dead bodies of the girls.<br/><br/>"Well I'm not sleeping in there now...," he then said, " I'll let the bots clean it up back at the station," as he stepped in and retrieved his clothes. Dallas then simply closed the damaged suite door enough to store the dead girls out of sight.<br/><br/>" I guess I'll move on to the other one...,"<br/><br/>Just then the co-pilot came up to asses the damage and then looked at both Quinn and Dallas.<br/><br/>" You two ok?," he asked, " Doest look like any damage was done to the ship,"<br/><br/>" I'm good," said Dallas, " Cant speak on behalf of the bristled peach over there,"