 Why is it in the best interest for an Earthman to never lay eyes on a Venus dame?
Not enough to cause serious trouble this far out from Earth. Ever since Venus blast-off O'Rielly had been in Four's watch room. Well, ma'am, O'Rielly searched every cranny where even a three-tailed mouse of Venus could have stowed away. This, mind you, he felt in an age where no Earth guy for a thousand years had dared raise so much as a breath against woman's supremacy in all matters. Except on the Venus layover when he'd been roped into a dice game with a bunch of Venus lads who had a jug to cheer one's parting with one's money. "Venus dames," O'Rielly said dreamily, "don't boss anything, do they?" "Thousand years ago, it was, the first flight reached Venus. Before the guys who'd brought the Venus dames to Earth could say anything they was taken apart too small to pick up with a blotter. Earth dames wound up by flying the Venus ones back where they come from and serving notice if one ever set foot on Earth again there wouldn't be enough left of Venus to find with an electron microscope. "No Venus dames allowed within fifty miles of their port. Any dame caught trying to leave Venus thrown to the tigers for supper. Same for any Earth guy caught around a Venus dame. "No Earth guy for a hundred twenty-five years been near one and lived to tell it, has he?"
 Because they would be so infatuated by the dame even knowing she would be their damnation.
 Because the Venus dames were thought to be only goofy tale set loose by some old space bum.  Because they would be so infatuated by the dame even knowing she would be their damnation.  Because they would be condemned to a Uranus moon for even looking at them.  Because of their dangerous nature.