I squeezed her hands. "Then there are two ways of handling these cat-calls: ignore them or respond to them."She nodded, "It's a decision just like any...other."I thought about how I might react if I whistled at some hot babe and she just ignored me. It wouldn't really be good or bad, but I would wonder if she had even noticed. Was it because she had heard too many already or because she didn't think I was worth her time? If she did react to my attention however, I would at least be hopeful. A. .”“Gwen, I am not asking.”“ ... I ... understand. I’ll have to make up some story...”“I dare say you have gotten used to that over the last two weeks.”She had to admit she had become adapt at lying to cover up her monstrous orgasms when the device would suddenly activate in the presence of others.“Yes, you’re right, of course. Eight o’clock. I’ll be there.”“And Gwen ... wear something adventuresome.”“Yes ... I will.”As the phone went silent Gwen wondered what story she could possibly tell. The signals take years to reach them anyway.”“I was thinking of taking a delegation of yours there, you talk to them and find out yourself what we suspect happened.”“We are a tad faster than that, we could be there in a few minutes.”--””--The frequent storm, the locals called the Yellow Wall had blown over, and with a routine established for many thousand years, the residents of Sandakaar shoveled and brushed yellow dust and sand. Windows and doorways were opened.And as always, a few usually. Formerly she had been a large, powerful white man, with a grizzled maneof blonde hair and voracious appetites for food, drink and woman. As shetongued the writhing girl you see that she has lost none of her appetitefor woman. You laugh nervously.The pale lost in pleasure beneath her must be Ritho, a slender petitecreature with small breasts and almost boyish hips. But there is nothingboyish about the way she is reacting to Glija's enthusiastic licking.You feel fleeting sorrow for Ritho. The.