"I know you'll have many questions for me, but first I have one for you. Is there a name I may call you?"The alien gave a snort that Meiersdottir knew...passed for the Edenite version of laughter. "This is strange for me to say, but on this ship of yours I am now Gagugakhing, oldest mother. I have borne no egg, and yet I am Gagugakhing." All right, Gagugakhing," Meiersdottir said. "You're right, I suppose, it is strange, but there will be many strange things for you here and that one won't be the. When I looked up I saw a new face—one I hadn't seen before.She was pretty, her dark hair held back in a tight bun, the surgical scrubs hugging her body like a second skin. She was not my usual hygienist. "Come with me please" she said very politely and I followed her down the short hall. There were four rooms. We entered the first on the left. I saw that there was nobody in the first on the right. "Just relax" she encouraged and I threaded myself onto the vinyl couch; with the instrument array. She didn't notice my appreciative glance as she fumbled with the key card at her door, still talking on the phone, "...you old goat, you just better be rested up tomorrow because it will be day fifteen and I'm keeping you up all night!" She glances up as she finally unlocked her door, and blushes crimson as she sees my surprised expression."Oh my God, I said that in company, I'm so sorry!" She says. Such cute, sparkling blue eyes.I smile and shrug, "C'est la vie," and continue towards my corner. "I suppose so." Was all I could muster.Standing outside the toilet I could see into the adjoining room where two women were a tangle of flabby flesh in a 69 on the bed using dildos on each other in front of 6 oldish guys and a couple of slightly younger women who were coolly pulling on the guys’ cocks. One man nudged another two when he saw the fingers through the hole. They grinned at each other and the oldest one (good looking but in his late 60's with silver hair and a matching goatee beard).