A dozen of the dark-furred aliens were hammering and sawing at a log wall, their leather belts and vests laden with all kinds of alien tools suited to...Araxie purposes. There were a few UNN engineers in their yellow overalls hovering nearby, overseeing the work, and giving pointers here and there. It was the dead of night, and so they were shining low-powered torches from their helmets, creating enough light to see by without bothering the Araxie. Of all the cultural differences, sleep schedules. After a few minutes had gone by I heard a soft tap on the door and then a voice say "Hey sweetie are you in there?" I immediately recognized the voice as Jennifer's and I started to get up from where I was sitting to open the door. Before I made it to the door Jen had already swung it open then quickly closed it behind herself, as she made her way over to me she had her finger in front of her lips motioning me to remain silent. She sat down in the chair next to me and said, "I just wanted to. " She's your pet?"I smiled. "It's a term of endearment. I might call her cupcake, but thatdoesn't make her a pastry, does it?"Mistress, can you tell me how you met?'I lit a cigarette. I blew the smoke in his direction. It was a typicalmove to establish dominance."I was slumming," I said. "I went to a drag show. She was prancing onstage, trying to be Madonna or Lady GaGa or some pop start. I reallydon't remember which. Madonna, I think. She danced for me, and then shefollowed me home. She knew. She seemed in a good mood. After dinner she asked me how my back was, and then said, if I wasn’t too stiff perhaps I might like to help her relax. Lucy has been off this week, so I said I was fine, knowing that “helping her relax” meant Angie was looking to having me spend the rest of the evening using my tongue on her nether parts. Not that I mind, but I do miss let’s say the way we used to do sex. I didn’t say anything though. No point in starting an argument, I thought.Anyway after a while.