It was like fate was tormenting her daily with what she couldn't have.More importantly though, what was going on with Tom? She was certain that he had...'t been moving his lips, yet she'd still heard him talking about banging his wife, plain as day. Maybe it had something to do with the weird buzzing she had felt in her head, which hadn't decreased in intensity, even though she was now dozens of feet away from the meteorite. Well, she was a researcher, wasn't she? It was time for an. Oddly, because she would never have thought of a man’s organ as attractive, but Conner’s was, long and hard, and even the dark curls surrounding it seemed beautiful in their own way. Conner shivered as she bent slightly in front of him, working his boxers down. He felt her soft breath on his male appendage and clenched his fists for a moment, keeping control as he stepped out of the remainder of his clothes. He straightened himself and waited, watching as Tessa took the time to look him over.. The only difference was that he smelled something cooking.Almost tripping down the stairs, Josh ran to the kitchen. When he walked into his kitchen, Shay Anderson was at his stove cooking. She was wearing a tight black skirt that hung above her knees, with a light blue tank top.Josh looked at her in amazement and disbelief. "What are you doing here?"Shay calmly turned around from the stove to answer him. "Cooking silly. Hope you don't mind, but I let myself in."Josh was at a loss for words at. ”He pumped Rollo’s hand for over a minute; Rollo looked confused, and I noticed he winced as Wilkinson’s huge hand had engulfed his.“Shall we all sit down while I tell you the reason for my being here, other than to meet Captain Guest?” Wilkinson said.He barked out an order in Arabic. A servant rushed forward with a collapsible, canvas-backed, chair and set it up. Wilkinson settled himself into the chair, which swayed ominously as his bulky body made itself comfortable. He fished in his jacket.