Before we get into it, I wanted to says thanks to all of you who wrote to me about last week's story "Saving Savannah" and of course as usual I need t... thank Mikothebaby for her relentless pursuit of editing perfection. For those of you who don't think having a good editor makes a difference, go back and look at some of my stories before I worked with her. Last week's story was 64 pages long typed out, but there were no complaints at all about editing mistakes, only about my hair-brained story.. Success at last! He heard: "Don't hurt any of the aliens!" and "Please be more careful with my wife!"Doug said, through his trans-com, "Your wife is not injured, just sleeping! We have no intention of hurting anybody. Please talk to us. Your wife will wake up in about 15 minutes and be as good as new. This was all a stupid mistake on our part and we are sorry." How can you speak my language?" I am not speaking your language. I have a small machine which lets my brain speak directly to your. Kay started with, “Hi Mrs. …” but mom quickly interrupted with, “No, Kay it is, and please call me Emily and this is Lou, Amy’s father.” Kay continued by introducing her husband Jon and their son JJ.We all went into the living room and sat down as JJ came over to me. He climbed up into my lap with his toy dump-truck that he wanted me to see. Kay told him to climb down and play quietly while we all talked.She began talking with both my parents about the upcoming trip to Hawaii for two fun-filled. James ran his hand over my stomach balancing himself on the other arm. I smiled and closed my eyes feeling his fingers reach under the hem of my shirt. I heard him smile as he leaned down to kiss my neck lightly. I exhaled deeply, arching my back pressing my body into his, his fingers glided across my skin causing me to moan a little. James’s lips moved across my neck pressing his tongue in different spots. My hands wrapped around his body pulling up his shirt. He leaned off of me and pulled.