"What if I told you your name was always Brianne? What if I told youthat when we left our home world, you were in a suit much like this one,but for in...ants? What if I told you that we aren't aliens but a simplymore advanced race of Humans?" Corolyn pursed her lips as she watchedwhat amount of anger Brianne had managed to screw up evaporate. Herdaughter, even as a boy, had always been so mild tempered. Tears welledin her eyes, making them appear as the shimmering surface of the oceansof. “A bath?” Interesting. Yet a good idea because it had been quite a while from sweaty New Jersey to now. I remembered the stinky hairy people on the train.She reached forward with a hand and with a reluctant response I reached out to realize she was offering me help up. I stood and smiled shyly of course, the situation so suddenly changing, wondering.She indicated I should follow her and we were off to somewhere down a long, very long hallway. Following I noted her as a nice looking individual,. "Me too, only one short tour, nothing much. We were in reserve the whole time," Jim said.When I didn't say anything, Shawna and Sue said almost simultaneously, "Steve was hurt pretty bad over there." Sue was pointing to the scars on my leg."I'm fine now. Look at me, surrounded by luscious ladies showing themselves off, meeting new friends all the time."Charlie said, "Steve's the guy that did all the welding you're hearing about. He just finished Jan's new frame."Shawna spoke up, "Come on. About 5'6", of medium build, she had piercing blue eyes and a platinum blonde bob haircut.Her best feature, apart from a pretty face, were undoubtedly her breats, two gorgeous orbs which were just about in proportion with the rest of her body. Her job, on reception in a local hotel, meant that she was always immaculately turned out, painted nails, make up, and I often fantasised about calling in on her at the hotel and being invited up to one of the rooms.The first 2 weeks of the summer.