Go take a shower. Let me put a new dressing on your leg.”“Yes, ma’am,” I replied in an overly subservient tone.She snickered. “Good patient....Just do as you’re told. I’m gonna start a load of laundry. And I’ll do MY shower.”I went into my bedroom, stripped, and showered in the master bathroom that adjoined it. The hot water felt good. I missed my home shower. My leg was giving me twinges of pain, though, so all was not good in paradise.I finished the shower, was finishing up my shaving when I. Then they made way for Susie, who pushed through them, went down the porch steps and stood over her husband.His face looked chalky in the moonlight, like he was going to be sick to his stomach.She said, "Brian, I won't be home tonight. After work tomorrow we can talk. If you want."He was staring bug-eyed at the moon-white naked split of her pussy. His mouth worked. No words came out."Tomorrow evening," Susie said.At last he rose shakily to his feet and went, legs wobbling, out the gate. We were a bit surprised seeing surface troops and tanks land instead of the expected destroyer.The Tar himself had come dirtside and greeted us.That the Tar felt embarrassed was much less evident as with Har-hi. He apologized and assured me that he spaced much of the Laurin and wanted to sweep his tribe of non HiHe also told me that the Hi tribe considered my abduction a declaration of war by the Han-Man tribe and they were here to answer that declaration and liberate any Daiyee and. Turtle-man. The one and only. I was the one running, wasn’t I? And here he came, slow and steady, just like a fallen tree laying under the surface. +++++ ‘Looks like you’re having some real fun this morning,’ he said. ‘Yes indeed, Hank. A fucking blast,’ I managed to say, wondering where my beta-blockers were, and if I should take a baby aspirin. ‘Need a hand?’ No guile on his face, just a steady hand. ‘It wouldn’t hurt.’ Ah, the irony-rabbit’s gonna get his comeuppance today, isn’t he? Hank.