I closed the door behind me knowing what was coming and didn’t bother looking for any god. Instead I pulled the throwing knife from the interior poc...et of my coat and when the door opened I dropped to my knees and rolled. The crossbow bolt sailed past, where my head would have been. I tucked onto my side and threw the knife hitting his right shoulder. Cursing he reflexively dropped the crossbow and dove for me, pain filling his eyes with rage. He was much bigger, much stronger, powered out here. There would be a noticeable drop in the local locust population that year. Bezig considered them quite a delicacy for their bland yet nutty flavor.The recovery craft should have appeared by the second day. He made a small adjustment in the resonator coils and eschewed impatience. Much time was spent reading the encyclopedia.He heard a bell-like tone from outside the tipi during the early morning hours. His recovery craft had arrived!Bezig immediately cleansed himself and took a broad spectrum. I showed Gia, by feel, how to count the frames and cut the film and then wind it into the reusable cannisters that could just be popped into my cameras.I guess it didn't hurt either of us that some of the "feels" turned into gropes and giggles while I developed a raging hard-on. After we had loaded the last cannisters, Gia took my hand and pulled me around behind her. She bent over the counter and pulled me behind to her in a wordless invitation to fuck her sweet soft pussy. I fondled her tits. She held herself there for a minute, trying to catch her breath. Finally she lifted herself off his cock and laid next to him again. That damn young cock was still hard and it didn’t look like he was going anywhere until he had a turn again. I heard him breathlessly state “you made quite a mess on my cock”. “Did I?” she asked, as she lifted herself onto one arm to look. “Seems like a bunch of your cum escaped. I don’t want it to go to waste.” She crawled her way down until she was between his.