Hybrids. Sleek and mysteriously attractive. No known spoken words or language but they somehow manage to communicate. I’d watched unafraid in awe as...they had raided Beach Camp for food with a quick in and out where no one got hurt. And their physiques … the lines and shapes of the men are … what? Why am I even thinking of the men that way? And that begs the question of who the fuck I was before the Global Crash and how the hell I ended up in Hawaii. Damn, gotta’ get out of this homo-swooning. I say he’s a nice guy and Miss Lisa really seems to like him. Miss Lisa is a great lady and is someone I would go to talk to with a problem.They are so happy. Then Miss Lisa was shot. I later learned more about that but I only knew she was shot and Mister Al was a hero. I liked him better than before. He said it was all about protecting Miss Lisa not doing anything heroic. He seemed to mean it. She was in church and teaching us Sunday after it happened on Wednesday. At the time, I thought she. Once everything was loaded, I spent the exorbitant fee for a ship this large to use the intersystem gate to Terra Centauri. The government paid for the gates by charging according to the size of the vehicle so average citizens could afford to use the gates in their small shuttles.On Terra Centauri, I picked up the last of my cargo, and told my family goodbye. My grandfather being retired has its advantages. Since he was retired, Granddad had the time to track down and buy me twenty tons of the. Soon she arrived with her sister in tow, literally. Meg had a collar around her neck and Kim was holding a string tied to it. "Come right in and bring your pet along." I said trying not to laugh to much. Kim was dressed normally, a nice skirt and preppy pink top, her blond hair done in a perky ponytail. Meg was dressed in a long painters shirt, her slightly darker hair a mess. The collar would not be easily noticed unless she had a few buttons of the shirt open, as she did when she arrived at.