But I probably wouldn’t have done this.

Before reading this, check out “What Goes Around…”. It’ll make a lot more sense that way.

“…Comes Around”

By Joseph Manno

This time, Parihn approached Zek; the doddering old Ferengi cringed, and she felt a wave of remorse.

“I’m sorry about that… but things are different, now.”

He looked her over, remembering when she didn’t wear a uniform… or much else, for that matter.

“I’d have to agree.”

“I didn’t wish to frighten you, Nagus… but I was afraid you’d say something… something like…”

Zek’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

“Something like, ‘Would you care to touch my staff again, dear?’?”

She snorted and shook her head.

“Exactly like that, you little pervert.”

He grinned toothily… and cackled when she kissed his forehead.