‘Este es el barco de era a Klingon Viper y sabemos lo que su carga es y si no se presenta la vuelta vamos a destruir su nave.’ ‘Lt. Pam, what th... hell did he just say,’ asked Capt. Don, ‘is there something wrong with the universal translator?’ ‘There’re no error readings or red flashy lights blinking over here Capt. Don.’ ‘No pruebe mis pacientes porque yo soy un guerrero era a poderoso y voy a deleitarse en sus alas de pollo esta noche insignificante Federación hormiga!’ ‘What the hell? Does. We were only 1000 metres of the public road which had very little traffic and you did not hear a sound that was not natural, like a bird singing or the whisper of the breeze through the trees. He was amazed at how quite it was.As soon as we had finished our tour and packed things away we headed for the swimming pool and I wore my skimpiest bikini. The sun was shining, there was not much of a breeze and the temperature was up in the mid twenties. Although it was not heated the pool was. Marco is in his mid thirties, slightly over weight and has thick callused hands. His dark hair almost always unkempt and his scruffy beard don’t put him anywhere near the top of my list of sexy men. In fact Marco’s name wouldn’t appear anywhere on my list of men I would be even remotely interested in. I flipped my wavy blonde tresses over one shoulder and with a flip of my hip pushed the swinging door open and left Marco and his leering stare alone in the kitchen. The immaculately dressed. We aren't brother and sister, and you aren't a Penning." (Penning was our last name).She was looking straight into my eyes now, and I could feel her sorrow. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she had to stop a minute to wipe them away. "Jenny, what the hell are you talking about? What am I, adopted? And I just so happen to look like mom and dad, and we just so happen to have videos and pictures of my birth? Jesus Jenny, you have to be kidding me."I denied it at first. It just seemed so far.