There once was a woman who had a strong man beside her. Days on end, they spent their waking moments on top of each other, in one form or another. If she had not been awake, she was busy dreaming of her continued happiness she received whenever she had a hold of him. Life was good - nary a care in the world.

They had begun to think about the joys of spending every waking moment together, and relished the idea of roaming the stars together, experiencing all the pleasure of close contact at every possible location they could achieve.

The stars provided to be quite a breathtaking view to see (while they actually had any breath left), and they quickly became as enthralled of their newfound dreams as they were of each other. The stars had become a happy accomaniement to their dreamy state.

From system to system, region to region, they travelled in luxury on his deep inheritance, partaking in animalistic rituals at every turn. Life was good.

But then...