Another one from the Horace P Sternwall archives...
Flight Captain Throckmorton shifted his space-fighter into overdrive with one hand and with the other lit up the last of his stock of Centaurian Churchill cigars, famed throughout the western reaches of the galaxy not only for their rich flavor and aroma but for the outlandish dreams they engendered; by the time his stogie was finished he would be approaching Exxon-B, also known as The Pleasure Planet, where Throckmorton had a hot date with a sultry robot by the name of Angstra.
(Scroll
down the right-hand column of this page to find a listing of links to
the opening passages of some other fine but sadly out-of-print novels by
Horace P. Sternwall.)
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