. . I’m, I’m, I’m . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT! On one level I knew Meili was now 25, I knew she had been sexually active in the past and ... knew she could make her own choice about becoming pregnant. However, when I look at her I am not seeing the 25-year-old head of the most advanced bio-genetics laboratory on earth. I am still seeing that tiny 12-year-old who threw her arms around my neck all those years ago and giggled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I am seeing that young adult who. She was taken into a small cabin, obviously crew quarters, where a table was laid with food and drink for two people which looked and smelled delicious, making her pangs of hunger and thirst even worse. She didn't know quite why, but it seemed the finest and most tempting food she had ever seen, far better than she had ever had on Earth.A short, dark man, not much older than Jacqui, wearing a dirty set of overalls came into the cabin and said, "Good, I'm glad you're here, Jacqui. I looked up. She seemed to think the same of my far less revealing outfit, given she never leaned away from me and never looked the least bit uncomfortable. “Would I be correct to guess that you're in no mood for dessert?”She nodded and I asked for the check. On the way out, she had her hand on my rear the whole way, removing any doubts I had about what she wanted. I already had a hotel in mind. “I've been wanting to do this since I saw your picture on that plaque all those years ago.”“And I've been wanting. "We done?" I asked little boy-mountain."What the fuck did you do, pissant?!" The kid came forward menacingly, but with the change in voice he sounded kinda pathetic.I got to my feet and slapped him across the face.He reeled back, holding his cheek. "Fuck!"Click! Now he had a switchblade in his hand. Even a teenager could still be dangerous with a knife! I ran to the Chevelle, but couldn't get my keys out in time, so I ran to the other side of the car. Now it was between us.He ran to my left. I.