 Had Trillium known the outcome of her stowing away, would she have likely still stowed away?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Summer 1955. The intercom roared fit to blow O'Rielly back to Venus. "If every control hadn't been locked in correct setting," O'Rielly answered from his own angry bewilderment, "the error would have registered before blast-off—wouldn't it, sir?" A dozen burners on this ship; why did something crazy have to happen to O'Rielly's? Not enough to cause serious trouble this far out from Earth. On blast-down, though, with one jet below peak, the uneven thrust could throw the ship, crash it, the whole lovely thing and all aboard gone in a churning cloud. 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. His first flight, and O'Rielly saw himself washed out, busted to sweeper on the blast-off stands of some God-forsaken satellite. 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. It was in OFF position; the flight room full of fancy gold-lace petticoats could not have overheard from here. "No Venus dames allowed within fifty miles of their port. Any dame caught trying to leave Venus thrown to the tigers for supper.
 Yes, because she was able to accomplish her mission.
 Yes, because she was able to accomplish her mission.  Yes, because she had already shown that she was selfish and lonely.  No, because she was jeopardizing being condemned to a Uranus moon.  No, because she wasn't able to prove her point and was sent back to Venus.