You are no dummy. Just what do you think you have that I might be interested in? What do you think I might be willing to commit crimes for that involv... you?” He stared at her. She wouldn’t look at him.“I’m open to some creative suggestions. Do you have any?” he asked. He didn’t actually think she had any recording going on in her store. He didn’t think there were any video cameras, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Plus it was more humiliating for her to make her come up with the. It’s a Friday night that is still young because we left the house party at Kate’s way ahead of everyone else, we just couldn’t bring ourselves to enjoy it. Instead we find ourselves on the couch, snuggled against each other as much as the pillows and for some reason hands and fingers aren’t exactly where they belong. Below the blanket for starters, a little too close to restricted areas and a little too active for comfort.I can feel her fingers on my leg, almost touching my ass and they are. “Was she murdered like Sally?”I shook my head, “No, at least I don’t think so. You have to understand, I was just thinking about Bill losing Sally and was trying to figure out what he must be going through. I thought of many scenarios where I might possibly lose Mary and the only thing I could come up with that made any sense was a car accident that happened so fast that she couldn’t react. I still can’t believe Sally didn’t think to put up her protective bubble when she saw those stooges. He rose from his seat, leaving the message window open, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to open it again if he closed it. As happy as he was, something nagged at him. There was an itch in the back of his brain, a kind of apprehension that he wasn’t quite able to place.As he made his way to one of the crew quarters and crawled into a pile of sleeping felines, he realized that he would miss these aliens. This pack had become his family while he had stayed here, they cared more about him than any.