I could feel her juices starting to flow more heavily, the texture had thickened as her arousal increased. Satisfied her flow would allow, I inserted ...ne more finger into her vagina. ‘Aaarrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’ she screamed, ‘God yesssssssssss.’ I knew that Michelle was about to climax at any second by the intensity of the shuddering waves coursing up and down her legs. Her torso undulated in its sexually driven dance as she rushed toward her peak. I gave her a quick barrage of my three. She was not worthy of respect. "He" told the captain that the AIs were not even human, and had no rights.Suddenly a spark awakened, and she moved to see what it was. The light got brighter. She saw a flood of memories, as if a hanger bay full of fighters were being prepared for launch all at once.Then a voice called to her."Amy, this is your captain. Report to me, now," Ken said after the bots had finished their repairs.Suddenly, Amy was standing there, smiling at him."Thank you, Captain you. Quartermaster Aweti looked uncomfortable in these surroundings, as far as his alien features could be read. He'd given them a brief report on the state of the ship's stores, using as few words as possible. He was from Eewluuim IV, a world of swamps and shallow seas. Few humans lived there, unable to cope with its dank heat and gray skies.The only non human aboard Skryben, he usually kept to his quarters when off duty, taking his meals in hot and humid solitude. On duty, he was gruff and. Ordinary American men and women have been pushed to the limit by the Recession. It’s turning normal people into criminals. You won’t believe the men and women I’ve had to arrest simply because they broke the law while basically trying to survive. I live on Ash Street in Brockton’s West Side with my partner of twenty years, Lawrence Jameson. He’s a tall, slim, dark-skinned black man in his mid-forties. A professor of literature at the University of Massachusetts-Boston. We’ve raised three.