It’s an easy job, I thought as I signed the contract. Easy, safe, and lucrative. I’ll serve my time and then bail! But they discovered I have psionic potential, and now I’m forced to attend the Military Space Academy. The only thing is, I’m buried in debt, my scent of avenara drives the men around me wild and makes them make indecent offers, and I think I’ve fallen in love with one of them! So how am I supposed to graduate and survive?
