k.e.n. c.a.m.d.e.n. - 'd.r.e.a.m. m.e.m.o.r.y.' (2015)
Brock stirred slowly. It was a good sleep, a shame really, to wake up and end it. Brock thought to himself, this kind of sleep hadn't happened in a while. Weeks, months, perhaps a year. It was a real treat. Brock blinked a few times, to make an effort to get the process started. His father had often said that if you make it look like you've done something, then the boss leaves you alone. Brock rolled on his back and looked at the ceiling and groped for his timepiece. 8:48am local time. Shit, this was a good sleep. He looked out the window and admired the view. Goldylocks 48B dominated the windows in Conference Room 5. Brock thought it was a waste that the best windows in the boat were wasted on a meeting room. Typical company bullshit. What did it matter this morning though, was that Brock had the view to himself; the planet itself, it's moons and the two suns of the local system. Or not. Mara moaned and embraced him. Brock slowly smiled, remembering more than the sleep. Shit, it was still a good view. Brock looked at a nearby display, the MTSV Richard Nixon had set itself up in a lock orbit around Goldylocks 48B at some point in the last 2 hours. This in and of itself was a final relief and Brock sighed with a feeling of accomplishment. Mara pulled herself closer. Brock started to take stock of things. Mara was an amazing piece of ass. Shit an amazing being. Nothing in the previous few days seemed to matter now that the end result was this view and a still naked Mara grasping at him.