Michael and I thought that we had the right woman. In many ways, we did, but in one important way, we didn’t. She had no scruples at all ... far too...few in hindsight.“We should have transmitted the condition directly to you two with the incubation period of fourteen years, not indirectly through your mother. We thought that she was a mostly good woman who just happened to be neglected by a husband who found sex messy and disgusting. She was even more disturbed than him ... and Hershel more than. “What does he do for a living”, “where does he live”, “which Bentley would suit him best”, “I wonder what he looks like naked”…. I don’t know what made that thought sneak into my mind, but I must have giggled or blushed because he looked quizzically at me. I covered up perfectly and started to ask him about his preferences and which models he might be interested in. He was very interested in the Continental GTC which is a sleek, powerful and very sensuous convertible. I. " If you truly mean that, for a grand I am game."Angel prepared herself by drinking several margaritas and taking a tranquilizer even thought she knew she shouldn't mix the two. It was an emergency. Mr. Hemming arrived carrying a valise and after hellos Ron left. Angel was only wearing a robe. Mr. Hemming undressed himself. He was hairless including his pubic area. Not only was the shaft of his cock tattooed, but also his scrotum. The gold beads on his glans glistened in the light. Angel was. It just didn’t make sense. And yet, here she was.The neanderthal greeting party had arrived a few seconds after we had finished toasting their kaiju that had been threatening their fair city. Their arrival had been just as dramatic as ours had, though they had replaced ‘psychic wormholes and mecha’ with capes, spandex, and sonic booms. Five of them flying over the city, then swinging down to land before us in classic movie style superhero poses. Like, fist to the ground, arm out swept, leaving.