Es hatte auch niemand für möglich gehalten, dass sich menschliche mit klingonischer Erbmasse zu neuem Leben verschmelzen ließen. Bis, ja bis die En...erprice von ihrer ersten Mission mit gemischte Crew zurückkam. An Bord waren bei der Rückkehr fast doppelt so viele Personen, als bei ihrer Abreise drei Jahre zuvor. Alle menschlichen Frauen an Bord waren mehrfache Mütter klingonischer Bastardkinder geworden. Einer der Mannschaftsräume war zu einer Art Kinderkrippe umgestaltet worden und darin taten. I attempt to brush my wig from this morning, but all I do is make afrizzy mess of it.I just want to cry as I lay my head on the make up table.Chapter 6Jennifer walks out of the closet and in a cool tone says, "stand up,let me get a look at you."I stand, with my head bowed, because I'm afraid to look at her, andafter a quick inspection, she lays into me."Knees...Now!" I drop, face down ass up. "What do you think you'redoing?" I think it's a rhetorical question, so I remain silent."Aren't you. In Pensacola and settled in to an unspoken arrangement with MaryAnn. She could do what she wanted and I would too. The only rule was she had to be discrete. I did not want to find out who she was fucking and I wouldn’t tell her who I was. It wasn’t a modern “open marriage.” It was more like the military in the 90’s—”Don’t ask, and don’t tell.”In early 1976 MaryAnn’s mother moved in with us. I never got along with her, but I maintained a wary truce with old slutty bitch. She really had no choice. The new girl, with her hands gripping the bed sheets, leans forward so her dark brown hair covers her face and embarrassment, and her tight, pink pussy still on display for all of the other girls in the room to see. With her beautiful head down in an effort to hide her embarrassment, she hears and senses movement from behind her and she winces – scared of what’s going to happen next. A hand grazes along her legs, softly caressing her smooth limbs and a soft moan escapes her lips. She closes her.