There were no brown shirts in uniform, just a bunch of townies having a beer with lunch. The only uniform I did see was Deputy Scrugg's. I did not kno... if he was here looking around or just having lunch. I reasoned that he was looking around because he was not drinking a beer. This was reinforced when I noticed the glass of milk in front of him.Pulling back from the outdoor dining area, I carefully sneaked around until I was hidden in the bushes under the kitchen window. I was just sitting. Tina stared into the blood red glow of her digital clock, as her mind flooded with images from her dream. She shut her eyes, trying to push the images out of her mind, but they only became more vivid and intense. Blood, pain, shadow, the smell of rotting death. They ate away at her soul and stabbed at her mind. Tina sat up in bed and looked at her clock. Not a minute had passed since she had closed her eyes. Damn it, she thought. It annoyed her that the one thing she needed right now, more than. The idea of asshole fucking was morally repugnant to her, but that meant nothing to the puckered, pink hole that was now already throbbing lewdly in and out. It just happened to be the case that Patty had been born with an unusually sensitive, itchy little asshole. Whenever her cunt got wet, her asshole usually felt hot and tingly too. "You'd better get some Vaseline from the bathroom, Walter. I guess you're never going to get over your sick desire to fuck your mother unless I let you. There weren’t any problems, as apparently a number of teams had ridden with their Partners after arriving here. Miranda went on the other shuttle with Bob’s cage.On arriving at the spaceport an hour plus later, we were advised that the transportation for the cages and the nest had returned to the motor pool because of the long wait and would need to be summoned along with a vehicle for us. This was not good news either, and we were beginning to feel like poor relatives from the reception we had.