The fantasy was interrupted when we reached the chapter room. Therethree girls were busy repainting the walls. One of them turned andaddressed out gui...e. "Are these the three, Felicia?" she asked.Our guide - Felicia - nodded. "Yeah."The girl gave us a long, hard look. She would have been attractive withher dark blonde hair and curvaceous body wrapped in spandex shorts and asports bra, if her eyes hadn't betrayed her complete disdain for thethree of us. I was surprised. Usually Spike had to open. Your species has made small steps from its gravity well and seems similarly inclined."Jobe sneezed."Exploration," the creature said, "is often a solitary pursuit. Near the end of the previous team's time on this planet, a unique event was monitored – the disposal of your family unit." You did something to me?" The law was broken. The team justified their actions as a rare opportunity to monitor the maturation and socialization of a human adolescent." Me?" Yes," the thing said. "A similar. ’ Beneath the golden plate was a long list of names.Next to the plaque was a show case set into the wall and behind it a headless mannequin wearing a golden woman’s dress and a feathered cape! Could that really be Freya’s real cape? The one Mother told me about? I wanted to dismiss that but then it seemed I had dinner with a ghost.I also saw my own reflection in the glass and I did look wilder than a Nomad Nubhir Herder of the southern Ice plains. My hair, my face, my arms and much everything. So I say when and I say how, just like today. Last but not least, don't get all hung up on her -- she belongs to Mr. Wilson and that's that. You fuck around and get stupid romantic ideas, and trouble will ensue -- bad trouble! Are we clear?" One question," Pete replied, but he was looking at the Wench. "What do YOU think of all this?"The Wench blinked, and scratched her thigh absently for a moment, formulating her answer, then replied, "It's immaterial what I think -- my Master has provided.