Connor followed Miranda through the ever-growing colonial facility. They passed mechanical habs, a mess hall, latrines, and a recreation center before they finally reached the personnel quarters. Connor’s heart was racing the whole time. He wondered if he would be good at sex. He wondered what it would be like. He was about to potentially impregnate a woman. One of 400. Was he ready to become a father? The questions raced through his head in a vicious cycle of self-doubt and concern.
His assigned secretary, Miranda, clearly picked up on his anxiety. “Nervous?” She asked inquisitively.
Connor scoffed. “How could I not be? I’ve never had sex. Let alone had sex with a grown woman. I don’t even know if she’ll be attractive.” He said. At that, Miranda gave him a reassuring smile.
“I think Mary’s beauty will be the least of your concerns when you meet her.” She paused, looking to Connor to see if his mood had improved at all. She noted it hadn’t. She stopped and grabbed Connor by the arm. “Listen. We chose her as your first so she could show you the ropes. Don’t be nervous. Look at it as a learning opportunity. It will be a great time for you.” Miranda said softly.