. That evening Victoria Preston lay on her sofa, fresh from a long hot bath. Now wearing a black transparent negligee and tiny matching thong she had ...ot pulled from the drawer in years. Vicky was nursing her second long vodka in one hand while holding a cigarette in the other, as she again viewed her large laptop screen.Again Sipping her large vodka, Vicky realized she was smitten, that even after having been beaten, bruised and humiliated, she was none the less infatuated and obsessed,. ”Calnes frowns, taking his eyes from her briefly. When he looks back, his frown is gone. “Yes,” he concedes.“But I thought you were in love with me,” the alien says almost dismissively.“I am,” the man admits.“How can you love me and her at the same time?” Armera asks, turning from him. “Don’t tell me you would rather be in bed with her than with me.”“My bed, yours ... What does it matter?” Calnes says, shaking his head.“It matter a lot,” she snaps, spinning back around to face him.“It must not. All I did know was that any love I had left for her died when I watched her slit Celka’s throat.I had loved her since we were small, first as friends, then as more on that fateful day we shared our first kiss. Everything I did was to get back to Cartha and to her and if there had not been Voguel attacking, I would have lived a contented life.Before then, I had assumed that my father’s killer was gone and out of my reach. Even then, everything that I had done was to protect everyone I cared. Ala got into the front sit of my car and started fiddling with the air-conditioning. She was feeling the heat. Her white sleeveless jersey was soaked with perspiration. Her light blonde pony-tied hair was unkempt and a couple of strands fell over her blue eyes. The yellow shorts went higher up in the car seat. The strong sunlight seemed to dance on the fine blonde hairs on her slim and smooth legs. Ala lifted her arms to tie her hair, baring her creamy white armpits. "Stop looking at my.