Your first sample of me, your first touch, well I’m easily excitable at the best of times but I’ve been building this up in my head for a while no..., and I gasp instantly at the realisation of your fingertips on my face. Simple isn’t it, well it is, you’re checking me out, this time with touch instead of your eyes although they are here too and they watch the changes in my face, as it shows you what you suspected, that I’m needy, sexually I mean, very much in need of everything you have to offer. She heard the faint sound of the house door shutting on the ground floor. She took a few, quick steps towards the door and lifted her hand. It would be so easy to put the safety chain on. Then he would need bolt-cutters to enter. That would be the right thing to do.In stead she quietly opened the door, then turned her back to it and leaned her shoulder against the wall of the hallway. She heard steps on the staircase. Some one coming up towards the second floor where she was. Her heart was. Billy liked sleeping in his own bed at night. I told Ellen not to hold her breath while she was waiting for Billy to accept our invitation."I called Margaret last night. She said that she and Diane are free to come over for dinner Thursday night. I told her Billy would probably be here too. Tell Billy that when you invite him." If I tell him that, he'll just tell me that he'll drive over Thursday for dinner." Tell him he isn't invited on Thursday, but it would be different if he were already. It turned its torn flank toward the station, and then there was a series of small explosions. Something shot out of the vessel at high speed, so small at this distance that it looked like a cloud of buckshot, the projectiles coming into focus as they neared. They were made of twisted flesh and shell, with armored tips like arrowheads. Were they torpedoes? Nukes? The shining tips detached from the main bodies of the craft, racing ahead of them, and then the feed went dark.The station rocked.