"More judgment, Kristen? Never had you down as a prude." I'm not a damn prude." Hmm. I'm not convinced."The plane began rocking more violently, making...me gasp. I clung to my brother's shirt, turning to him with panicked eyes."It's fine, Kris. The fasten seat belt sign hasn't even been switched on." I don't even pay attention to that thing. Mine never comes off."Matt shook his head at me. "No wonder you can't relax. Sitting dead straight with that thing pulled across you can't be comfy."I looped. Stand up." He commanded. "Well I was just about to leave anyway." she said despite not wanting to admit she could not resist his command. "Hmmmmmm I can see you need a little more proof. Oh you're right, you are going to leave here but just not the way you expected. Take off your clothes, Becky!" Hah! What a loser! First you knock me out and then try to convince me I'm no longer in control of myself?!" she said as she started to unbutton her blouse. "There's as much chance of me sucking off the. ‘Has one with Talent found a way to reach our haven?’ ‘No, for I do not sense a wonderment at having passed through the barrier unscathed.’ They sighed as one, with resignation. ‘Then we must assess this stranger at once and raise the alarm should it be necessary.’ ‘Agreed, my dear.’ Hand-in-hand, they waited, facing the tree line to the south, their eyes scanning for a sign of the unexpected. The unexpected was unexpected indeed, for a young boy of perhaps only seven years ultimately. A quick shit and a shower and a shave. Squeaky clean both inside and out. I gargled with a proprietary brand of mouthwash for non-offensive breath. Then into traveling clothes -- silk shirt with ruffles, and skin-tight velour pants with quick-release buckles. Grabbed my toolkit on the way out. A scant hour later I was pulling into her driveway.She was a tall brunette. Wide shoulders and small breasts tapering to a slim waist, but generously endowed in the hips and butt. A pear-shaped body.