When he got to the bridge, he stripped off the flight suit. One of the byproducts of the propulsion system was heat. Most of it was pumped out into the cold vacuum of space but it still kept the ship like a warm summer day on the fourth of July. He checked the three monitors. All the ship's systems were operating normally. The ambassador's face appeared on one of them. He was hoping she wouldn't figure out the com system."

"What can I do for you, Ambassador?"

"When we are not in public you can call me Zayn. Where is the rest of your crew?"

"It's just me."

Dax the engineer and Arlo the navigator and pilot refused to come because they weren't going to be paid. He didn't blame them.

"Can you run this ship all by yourself?"

"Yes, I've done it before and I have the synthetics."

Jace took care of the cargo they hauled. He wondered if she felt alone. She had been on Earth for over a year. The entire time there was a staff from the State Department to see to her every need. Every country she visited the government provided guides and attendants.

"Can you do something about the heat in this cabin?"

He checked and turned the air conditioning to the max.

"The air conditioning is at max I'll come by and show you how to adjust the airflow. You can shed some clothes."

The gown had a zipper in the front. She pulled it down and exposed most of the three breasts. On a human woman, they would be a B cup. On a talk show, she asked why human females had two breasts instead of just one since they gave birth most of the time to just one offspring at a time. The Borlon always gave birth to six at a time and on rare occasions eight. No one had an answer for that. She was fascinated that they came in such a variety of sizes and how big some of them were. Some of them were so huge she wondered how the human body could support and carry them around. Jace liked seeing them how they swayed and bounced when a woman walked loving the ones that took two hands to pick up and suck on.

When he went into the cabin, she was sitting on the bunk the gown around her waist all her breasts exposed. The nipples were dark and huge.

"This is where you control the airflow," Jace said showing her the panel on the wall. He turned to the highest setting.

"It's my time."

"I didn't know you had a menstrual cycle."

"I'm talking about my mating time. I should have been home by now but your government took a long time to ratify our trade agreement."

"Democracy is a mess business and slow. They aren't in any hurry to do anything."

There were already several books written about the sexual reproduction and mating practices of the Borlon.

"Is that why you smell?"

"Yes, it helps us attract a mate. Does it excite you?"

"A little."

He was lying the smell was giving him another raging hard on.

"When it's time to mate, it can't be controlled."

"Is it true you had hunts to catch a mate?"

"That stopped before I was born. There used to be hunts where the females would use nets to capture the males, tie them down, and use them. Then a new generation came along that realized that pampering their mates was much better."

"Didn't some of them die?"

"Just the very weak and frail."

"Doesn't your matting last for weeks?"

"No, just three to five of your days."

Jace couldn't help but be impressed that they had that kind of stamina. He was lucky to have a woman for a couple of hours.

"On my planet, I'm a princess so a mate will be chosen for me that has good genes to produce the best offspring."

She got up, took off the gown, got on the bed, and spread her legs.

"I wonder if Borlon and humans can mate."

"I'm flattered but something needs to be fixed."

He didn't. If there was something to repair he would have the synthetics do it. Instead of going to the bridge, he went down lower decks where all pipes and conduits ran. There was a little space next to gauges and dials. It was the place he went to be alone. He sat down on the floor and wondered how old she was and if it mattered. It was hard to tell. Some Borlons lived to be three hundred years old and there were just subtle changes, unlike humans where it was easy to tell when someone was very old. He wondered if Zayn told him that she was a princess to get him excited about mating with her. It did a little what man wouldn't want to enjoy a princess if they were human.