How was your weekend?” she asks flirtatiously, a smirk now forming across her youthful face.“It was boring really,” I reply. “I just sat aroun... marking assignments.”“Did you mark mine?” she eagerly asks.“Nah, I just made a paper aeroplane out of it and threw it across my apartment. It made a great plane. The thing flew twenty feet.” She laughs again, playfully pushing me.“Don’t tease me!” she exclaims with a giant smile plastered across her face.“I wouldn’t dream of it. But you’ll just have to. The odd, otherworldly, transparenttrees were even more lovely in the multi-shaded light of the three moons.Coar roamed through the trees aimlessly until he saw a brighter glow whichhe followed to its source which was a circle of Others dancing.They were beautiful. From tiny winged creatures flitting about to thebeautiful human-sized females with their pointed ears, wisp-like hair,bare, violet-tipped breasts and lythe limbs. His heart and loins began tostir as the scent of the dancers flowed. “Please?”Rather than make any more fuss about it, Joan pulled her skirt up to her waist so our five friends could see the tattoo on her hip.“We’ve all experimented with where we want ours. Em’s is on her shoulder blade,” Rachel said. “I want to get mine high on my butt and exactly on my eighteenth birthday.”“What do you call your pod?” Adrienne asked.“We have a symbol but we’ve never bothered talking about a name,” Beca said. I noticed Joan was still holding her skirt up to her waist and Beca. " I promise darling," I said firmly stroking her hair, "even if the bastard hadn't made it a condition I had to watch I wouldn't leave you alone with those sharks." I guess our five minutes are up." Jean sighed looking over my shoulder.Once glance showed me that Wellswood was at the now open study door and was signalling us that it was time to leave the room to 'mingle' with his guests. Giving Jean one last squeeze I let her go, she took a deep shuddering breath and walked towards the door with.