Then the receptionist called from her desk. “Mr. Davenport, the doctor will see you now, in room five, down the hall on the left.” Riley got up an... went down the hallway and entered room five. It was more than a room; it was quite spacious with a desk and chair, an examining table, and a lounging sofa. The doctor, a fairly attractive woman in her late thirties, extended her hand and introduced herself to Riley. “Mr. Davenport, I’m Doctor Lydia Grant. I understand from my receptionist that you. .. something unusual happening" he mumbled to himself."Like you getting horny for me?" I asked and moved my body a little, just enough to bare my nipples. I kept looking him in the eye and pretended not to have noticed it. "Maybe people would think such a thing because you've been alone for so long." Maybe..." he said while staring at my tits for a second, then his eyes returned to my face."Daddy" I started. "I think we should have a important talk!" I was feigning to be nervous and changed the. "Pass the trash or keeping your card, Damon? Ace's are the high card." Hmm, believe I am going to pass this trash on to your husband. He deserves much worse for being an asshole, back in the day." And I am passing his trash over to you, babe. I'm feeling pretty confident that you will be taking this next shot." You don't have to look so pleased at my expense, babe. Lucky for me; however, this is my last shot. See, bottles are empty. I am going to feel this in the morning! I know better than to. This does not bode well."The biologists speculate that the Sa'arm usually lay their eggs whenever they feed, but the Sa'arm seem to vary in egg-laying approach. In some instances, other than a mottled camouflaging color, there seems to be no effort to hide or protect the eggs. Pretty much a 'stop and drop' approach, probably near a food source."Marshal Pope clearly was not happy, "Still, worse, some of the behavioral scientists believe that during colonization, optimal survival behavior would.