They were tart and yet sweet. The flesh of the fruit was chewy and had a tangy taste. It was heavenly. It also seemed to lighten our mood.Maybe we rea...ly weren't prisoners. Yeah, right. The metal collars on our necks were gifts to make us feel better too.A group of five tall humanoid bipeds stood outside our doorway. They easily were eight feet, which explained some of the oversized furnishings. They appeared to be very fierce and warlike. They were lizard-like with fine iridescent scales.. Charlie is the cowhand at the farm. He generally tends to all the animals and makes sure their kept healthy and fed while I'm away.Despite his better efforts, I could tell where his eyes kept darting to, Grace. I couldn't blame him, she was beautiful.That night, after yet another failed attempt to get Sara and Grace talking, I had a wonderful idea. Since I needed to go into town with Charlie to restock supplies, I told her how she could stay behind with Sara until we got back. This would leave. I did not immediately recognise her, yet there was something familiar about her. She was about 5ft 2 inches tall with jet black curly hair, a slim figure with quite pixie like features. You would not call her pretty by any means, but she was I thought highly attractive, with a lovely warm smile and dressed in a black light party dress that hugged her figure like a glove.As they came round again I excused them and took her from her partner. She moved close into me pressing her body close to me. ”“Why do you say that?”“Look at the work you do. Have you ever reported a story that hurt people?”“Lots of times. That’s my job. You’ve helped me do it. We caused a lot of trouble for Tommy Cox.”“I’m not talking about exposing corrupt public servants. What you did there was entirely justified because you were protecting the public. It’s the other stories I worry about. Have you ever written a story about someone’s unconventional sexual practices or family secrets? Have you reported weird or.