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Barkley's Switch
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Commander Barkley looked down at the computer panel. Good God I'm
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bored, he thought. When he joined Starfleet he had expected excitement,
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adventure, not boring clerical work. He found his attention wandering,
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as it often did, to Ensign Anderson. She was new to the Enterprise, and
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she was a knockout. Long dark hair, and a figure which seemed to be
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trying to burst out of her regulation Starfleet uniform. Barkley had
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already programmed her into the holodeck, but he wanted to know her IRL.
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He almost dropped his tricorder when she walked over and talked to him.
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"Hello, Commander Barkley" she said, as Barkley tried to maintain
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eye contact, "Have you heard the news?"
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"What, well, oh, um, no. What news?"
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"We are to report to Transporter Bay 7 to beam down to the surface
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of Rymor for a geological survey. The rest of the away team is on the
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planet, and we will catch up with them."
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Barkley couldn't believe his ears... finally, a chance to work up
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close with this dream woman.
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"We are to leave at 0700 hours," she finished. Barkley mumbled a
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response, and went to his quarters to get ready.
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* * * *
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Barkley was at the Transporter Bay at 0630 hours, barely containing
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his excitement. When Ensign Anderson showed at around 0645 Barkley
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almost passed out. She was wearing a new Starfleet away uniform... a
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skin tight bodysuit. Her figure was even more impressive than before.
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I'll have to adjust my holodeck program, thought Barkley as he looked at
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his stunning assistant.
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"I'm so excited," she said, "I've never done an away mission before."
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"Well," said Barkley, trying to sound impressive, "You get used to
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it." Truth be known, he was terrified of transporters, but he'd never
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let on around this amazing young woman.
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"Take your positions" said the Transporter engineer.
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As Barkley stood on his spot, he couldn't help but stare at Ensign
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Anderson. He closed his eyes as the energizing began... and noticed
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something seemed wrong...
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* * * *
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After what seemed like an eternity, he opened his eyes again. The
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slight disorientation he was used to from transporting was there, but
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amplified tenfold. He felt like he had a synthahol hangover... He looked
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around the area, and there was much confusion. It was as if there had
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just been an explosion... people scurrying around, calling for help. He
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felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he began to black out. Just
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before he went unconscious he could have sworn he saw two people carrying
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his body... but he was watching them from across the clearing...
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* * * *
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Before he opened his eyes he knew he was in sick bay. The sounds,
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smells, and discussion were all too familiar. A transporter accident?,
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he thought. He opened his eyes to see Doctor Crusher leaning over him.
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"There, there," said Beverly, "You're going to be okay. There was
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an accident, but you've only sustained minor injuries."
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Barkley opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't. He passed out
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again as Doctor Crusher injected him with a sedative.
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* * * *
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"Well, how is our patient today?" asked Dr. Crusher.
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Barkley opened his mouth, and barely a squeak came out, "Okay."
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"That's okay, don't try to speak. We're going to have you stand up,
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and try to move around. If you feel queasy, let me know."
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A large male Nurse helped him off the table. Whoa, he thought, do I
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ever feel strange. His body proportions seemed all wrong. A lock of
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hair fell in his eyes, and Barkley wondered just how long he had been
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passed out.
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As the Nurse helped him to slowly move around Sick Bay something
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caught his eye... his reflection in a large mirror. Or to be more
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precise, Ensign Anderson's reflection. "Oh my God," said Barkley. As he
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was passing out again he realized it was Ensign Anderson's voice he had used.
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* * * *
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Counsellor Troi, Doctor Crusher, and Captain Picard met in the ready
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room to discuss this strange situation.
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"So Ensign Anderson believes she is Commander Barkley?" asked Picard.
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"I believe it is more complicated than that, Sir," said Beverly, "I
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believe Ensign Anderson IS Commander Barkley."
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"But how?"
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"I asked Geordi, and he said there have been a handful of strange
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Transporter accidents like this one over the last few hundred years.
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Most of the bugs have been worked out... but the explosion on the planet,
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coupled with Barkley and Anderson beaming down at that precise moment
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must have triggered this... mind switch."
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Counsellor Troi interjected, "And beyond a doubt, Ensign Anderson's
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body is now inhabited by Commander Barkley. I can sense his emotion
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patterns..."
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"We seem to have quite a problem here..." said the Captain, "Does
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she, or he, rather Barkley know about the accident?"
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"No" replied Beverly.
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"Then he does not know that his body is... dead?"
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* * * *
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"Finally, someone with some answers..." Barkley sat in Cousellor
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Troi's office. "Now you all believe that I'm who I say I am, what's
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going on."
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"Commander Barkley, you were involved in a Transporter accident
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which has left you... well, in a unique position" Counsellor Troi said
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calmly.
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"I had figured as much... but why can't anyone DO anything about it?"
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"Barkley, this might be hard to accept, but your body, your original
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body, is dead."
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"What?"
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"It, along with, I presume, Ensign Anderson's mind, was killed in
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the explosion."
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"So I'm..."
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"Yes, I'm afriad so... you are stuck in that body."
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Barkley had to hold back a laugh. All the time he had wanted to get
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close to Ensign Anderson's body... and now... "Can't they do any surgery,
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or something to make me a guy again?"
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"I think any cosmetic changes would be unsatisfactory... I do
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believe it would be best if you accepted this body as your own."
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"What? I'm a guy! How can I go around being a woman, I mean LOOK at
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me. I'm a Vulcan's wet dream!"
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"I understand your frustration, but please try to relax. I have
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created some programs on the holodeck to help you with your transition..."
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* * * *
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Barkley got up and walked to his quarters. He couldn't help but
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notice the looks he got from the male officers as he walked. He looked
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at himself (herself?) in the mirror. Long dark hair, long legs, full,
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round breasts. Shit, thought Barkley, If I had a dick I'd have a raging
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hard-on right now.
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He thought about what Counsellor Troi had said about the holodeck.
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What the hell, he thought, at least it would pass the time.
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As he entered the holodeck he accessed the program. "What level?"
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asked the computer. "Might as well start at one," he said.
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The room became a girls bedroom. Barkley looked at himself, he was
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a seven year old girl. There were two other girls playing with dolls.
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"Computer, stop program. I've got better things to do than play
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dolly. How many levels does this thing have?"
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"Twenty-Seven"
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"Alright, give me level twenty-seven, then"
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"It is unadvisable..."
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"Just give me level twenty-seven"
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"Program level twenty-seven, execute"
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The holodeck became a seedy bordello. Barkley looked at himself -
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he was dressed in a translucent purple robe. He had gold earrings and
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jewlery on. "Oh, this is a joke... computer, st..."
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And then the music began. Barkley tried, but could not, to escape
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the rhythm. Soon he was gyrating on stage to the pleasure of the crowd.
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I can't stop, he thought. He then noticed a man walk in the room...
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Commander Riker?
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The music stopped, and Barkley, still with no control over his
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movement, walked over to the Riker hologram.
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"Hiya hunky, buy me a drink?" Barkley could not believe he had just
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said that.
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"How about something a bit more... exotic" replied the Riker hologram.
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"Whatever you want..."
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Riker picked him up and carried him to a private room. Barkley
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began to strip what little clothes he had off, and Riker keld him in a
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passionate kiss. Soon the two were on the bed, intertwined. Barkley, or
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at least Barkley's new body for he had no control over his actions,
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kissed down Riker's stomach to his now fully erect member. Taking it in
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his mouth, Barkley slowly gyrated his head up and down the shaft, faster,
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until his mouth was filled with hot, salty cum. After a few minutes
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Riker was ready again, and this time he pushed his manhood deep into
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Barkley, thrusting away again and again. The pulsating of flesh grew
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into a crescendo... Barkley could feel Riker depositing his load deep
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within his new vagina. And then, like a tidal wave, Barkley was hit by
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orgasm after orgasm. A small moan escaped his lips as he blacked out...
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* * * *
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The new cocktail waitress in Ten Forward was quite the hit, both on
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the job, and espescially after her shift. Ensign Barkley wasn't that
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bright, but she sure knew how to suck cock, just ask any of the guys down
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in Engineering.
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"So you mean to tell me that is Commander Barkley?" asked Captain
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Picard.
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"Well, sort of," replied Counsellor Troi, "I had installed some
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programs on the holodeck for him to adjust to his new body, and as far as
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I can tell, he skipped all the lower level behaviour modifiers and
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went right to the highest level - sex. Without the lower level
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behaviours he imprinted on the only image of womanhood he was given - a
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total airhead bimbo."
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"And there is no way to correct this?" asked Picard.
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"Not unless the patient makes an effort. And from what I've seen,
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he seems to like being a bimbo... I guess his conscience is too deeply
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buried."
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"Very well then, I'll process the paperwork for the demotion and
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identity corrections..."
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Later that evening, in the Captain's quarters, Ensign Barkley showed
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his appreciation in his own special way...
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THE END
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