We were mated now, there really was nothing of mine that wasn't Angela's as well, and so the opposite was also true.And I'd been changing. Every hour,...every minute, I was becoming something else. There were obvious things, like the way I talked, the way I dressed myself, even the way I walked and sat. I'd spent so long, so many years being nothing, and less than nothing. I had powers now, weak ones to be sure, but they were growing. I was learning how to use my new abilities, and the first. It was a few weeks later that Greg's schedule and appetite combined to suggest the Parlor to him for lunch. There wasn't anything terribly pressing at the office, so it wouldn't matter if their waitresses were a little on the slow side. Nothing had changed when he got there, not the décor, not the hostess with the great rack; he even had the same waitress – what was her name, oh yeah, Susan.He ordered and looked around while he waited for his meal. A young blonde woman entered and was seated at. This was an event that had been eagerly awaited by all save the soldiers, and none were prepared to even listen to any security objections.Meiersdottir immediately accepted on behalf of all of them. They could be ready, she told Joe, within only a short time, but they would need to return briefly to the lander first in order to provision themselves. Joe appeared disappointed at even this short delay, but after a slight hesitation offered no objection and the human party headed back. It was. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned...”The crew really didn’t take care for themselves. Very little space, for breathing or personal hygiene. The stench was inhumane. His breath was awful and his clothes were very frumpy because he was on the heavier side. When they would have intercourse, he would practically crush her each time, with his pockmarked truncheon of a cock. Then pull up his britches, wipe his nose and forgot about her, until the next urge.Whoring had its advantages and assets,.