The future is a dangerous place for dreamers and idealists.
When a dicator takes over the United States, Annie Peterson attends
a protest in Washington DC, with her husband, Paul. US Troops fire into the crowd
killing him, and Jake Johnsrud, a virtual stranger, risks his life to save Annie's.
They are among the survivors who are sentenced to slavery on the Moon for their
"crimes".
Jake is forced to mine, while Annie is sentenced as a sex slave to "service"
the men. Jake fights increasing feelings of anger and jealousy as Annie struggles to
perform her job, while she resists her increasing attraction to him. Along with their
fellow inmates, they fight to survive on the lunar "rock" that is their prison.
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October, 2051
Moon Base Alpha
There was an impromptu party in the rec hall the night they discovered ice.
Everyone was in a great mood. At the Captain's urging, the crew had packed several musical
instruments, and some of the crew and inmates were quite talented. Crystal hadn't been joking
when she mentioned karaoke. She turned out to be a wonderful singer. And Annie, who described
herself as "a decent back-row alto" added some great harmonies to the mix, until Jake claimed
her for a dance.
The song was a slow, romantic ballad and as Jake took Annie in his arms, she felt an electrical
force shoot down her spine. They began to sway gently to the music,Annie's face titled up
so that she could look into his eyes. Her skin burned through her tee-shirt where his hand
rested at the small of her back. She felt herself beginning to drift closer, snuggling into
his embrace, her head almost touching his shoulder when she stiffened, stopped dancing and
broke away from him, her mind screaming, What do you think you're doing? He's not Paul!
Oh, God, he's not Paul!
"Oh, um," she said nervously, her gaze searching the crowd. "I think Quinn wants to cut in."
She indicated Quinn Donnelly at the edge of the dance floor, watching them. "After all," Annie
continued, "there are so many of you men and so few of us women."
She fled, leaving Jake on the dance floor looking hurt and confused.
***
After Annie left him on the dance floor, he wandered back to the barracks. He climbed up to
his bunk and stretched out on his back, hands behind his head, arms akimbo. He lay there staring
at the bunk above his, trying to figure out why Annie had run away from him. He was falling in
love with Annie. Hell, he'd been in love with her—since the moment she had invited him to share
their blanket back on Earth.
I thought she was getting over Paul, he told himself. But I guess she hasn't.
She's still in love with him and she always will be. I don't care if she still loves him, as
long as there's a chance she'll come to love me. Should I tell her I love her? No. Give her time.
***
Back in the rec room, Annie sat down alone at a table as far from the dance floor as she
could get. Quinn had, indeed, started to ask her to dance, but she had run past him, trying
not to cry.
Paul, I'm so sorry! she thought. It felt so good to be in Jake's arms. So
warm, and safe, and comfortable—as though I belonged there. Just like it did with you. But I
still love you. I can't love Jake, too. Can I?