.." she said with a warm smile, sensing my emotionalstate. "Really no need to be nervous! Please let me know if it hurts,alright? I try to be very gen...le."I nodded again and without further ado, she started to clean the skinon my chest, especially around my nipples. Her touch was very soft andit didn't hurt at all, not even near the bruises. "Seems you are notgrowing any breast hair yet, that is perfect, Alayna. The glue I willbe using, is a new product and it will last for very long. Once a. Who are you?"Marjory responded, "My name's Marjory. I have not long arrived on Rehome, so everything is new to me. I didn't know about Malans until today. Jenny, is it? You are the one who is new at being a Malan?" Yes. I was a human being until recently, but a funny-looking one. I was run through all sorts of tests by adults called scientists, but that stopped when The Personalia rescued the three of us: Me, Mummy and Mommy Charlie. I used to call her Aunt Charlie, but now they are married, it. I won’t go into what happened, but let’s say, yes, probably everything you’re thinking happened.But after that night, Angie seemed to be in denial, and decided it didn’t really happen. She took the stance that It was all a good dream. She wouldn’t even talk about that night with Marla. Sure, it was classic denial, but Marla didn’t bring it up again. It’s too bad, because I would have loved to have been a part of round two and seen the two of them together. I think it was something that Angie. She picked up her laundry basket and pulled out the dry clothes. She moved her last load from the washer to the dryer, thankful that in a half-hour her long day’s work would be done. She stretched her lithe body all the way up and then down to her feet. Though she no longer danced, yoga and Pilates kept her flexible. As she stretched her back with her head down and bent hands grazing the floor, she peered between her legs and again thought she saw movement behind her. This time, it looked like.