She then became aware of clapping coming from inside the kennel. She looked around and found that the wolfhound was the only dog left. Then she notice... that the claps she heard were from two women that were standing just inside the now open gate to the kennel. One was her mother and the other was a shorter, much younger black haired woman that looked like she was from the Mediterranean. They stood and watched until the wolfhound was finished with her and then approached her as the dog curled up. ‘I’ve rested all week long for today. I’ll be fine.’ Scott nodded and hesitantly shrugged his shirt over his head revealing a broad sparsely haired chest. He then kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and dropped his trousers. Laura gasped. Scott’s erect 8 inch member stuck out of his trim white Calvin Klein boxers like a battering ram. The sight of his throbbing organ poking out of his sexy underwear was too much for her to take. ‘Come over here, I want you closer.’ Scott went over to. Orbiting the ruins of Kemon One, was the Earth sized space station, Kemon II. ‘Wow Kemon II looks a lot like the space station in Star Trek Deep Space 9,’ I thought to myself, as we started our final approach for docking. “Welcome to our home,” Nookumick said as our ship docked with the Kemon II. “Follow me, I’ll escort you to your stay room for your stay with us,” he said with a smile on his face. “Wow, so this is what it’s like to be at a different planet,” I said amazed. “We are about. It would be hard living away from her. I had moved in with her the summer before our freshman year of high school when my parents had decided to move to Germany. With my 4.2 GPA and being on the cheerleading squad, moving with them was not a possibility. Kellys parents graciously let me move into Kellys room. Well, not that gracious, since their house was easily one of the biggest in Beverly Hills. They were filthy rich, and were barely around for Kelly, so they thought having me here would.