<strong>Penny Lee Macnamara Aboard <em>ISIS </em>with Chris Cassidy </strong><br/><br/>Penny had barely escaped with her life - again! Many primitive cultures around the world believed that if someone saved your life, you were bound to that person until you could repay the debt. Well if that were the case, (And penny saw no reason for it not to be), Chris owned her body and sould at least eight times, possibly ten if one counted the time a year ago when that guy with the undercooked chicken had tripped over Chris' carelessly placed bag, dropping Penny's meal on the floor and revealing the almost raw state of the meat, or the time when she had been heading out of their cabin and Chris had called her back for one last kiss, just as a totally random accident had sent a block and tackle careening past the door.<br/><br/>This time, it had been the Chadians who had captured her in the ambush, and dragged her off, presumably to cook and eat her, except that Chris had fought like a demon and freed her, again.<br/><br/>As the Isis came in to land, Penny sat quietly beside her mistress. Her abdomen ached, because Chris had refused to put anything inside her since she had rescued her slave, as a punishment for being so careless. Chris asked if she was ready, and Penny grinned. "Very much so, Mistress!"<br/><br/>Penny watched with fascination as Chris guided the ship in to land. It never ceased to amaze her that, no matter how often she tried to learn how to fly the ship, in the hope of being able to give her mistress a hand, she could not. It seemed to Penny that Mistress pulled levers and spun dials at random, rather that in any pattern. She had memorised the sequence Mistress had used last time she landed the ship, and this was definitely not it!<br/><br/>Penny grinned at her mistress' comment as the ship bumped softly down. "Thank you Mistress. I'm looking forward to it." She stood up moved to Chris' chair, kneeling at her feet, to wait for her mistress to rise.