My name is Sara. Sara Brown.”Just then Four came out of the room rubbing sleep from her eyes.Rory looked at her.“Hey Four, guess who decided to gr...ce us with her presence for breakfast.”“Momma...” she cried.Obviously happy to see her mother was feeling better, Four ran to Sara, jumped onto her lap, kissed her, and hugged her tightly. Rory found the sight heartwarming.After a few moments, Four climbed down and accompanied Rory to the kitchen to help prepare breakfast.Sara watched her new friend. The HK-2 featured six hardpoints where plasma missiles were normally mounted, along with a forward firing micro-rail gun. They had extreme acceleration capabilities, sleek lines, and a maximum speed of just a little over MACH 3. Ben smiled as he climbed up the extended rungs to the open sliding cockpit door. He quickly punched in the ignition sequence, the small hatch sliding to cover the cockpit entrance, and the rungs retracting into the side of the craft for maximum aerodynamics.He looked. She finished up with the couple, and walked towards me."The usual?" she asked, perky as always but with an odd look in her eyes.I shook my head, and said, "No, a glass of santhal, light on the ice, please." Santhal was the Craxill equivalent of iced tea, for humans at least, and a distinct change from my usual stout, or occasional whiskey. Santhal affected Craxill like a mild wine, or sparkling cider. They could get drunk on it, but not very fast.Laura didn't comment, just nodded and moved. She adjusted the pressure of her lips, gently gliding across the sensitive skin of his shaft, moving off just long enough to kiss the tip before swallowing the entire thing again. She tasted a hot, sticky dribble on her tongue, and decided it was time to move to the next step.Pushing away, she slid further back onto the bed, the springs groaning under her, pulling him along with her, so that he almost fell down in the dark. They lay in a tangle together, her limbs twined around his, her lips.