I was scared and didn’t know what to do and left from her home immediately saying a stupid reason. Few days passed as usual but she started touching...me more often than before and I felt really happy and encouraged. One day suddenly, she asked whether I love or had interest over some girl. I told yes but didn’t say who.Then she smiled and told as we were close friends, can we talk about sexual interests of each other as she doesn’t speak to anyone about this and she had been longing to speak. I believe the term is ‘guest’. I am a guest on your planet.”I shrugged, trying to hide my fear behind false bravado as I said, “You seem to an uninvited guest.”“Maybe. But I believe I won’t be a guest much longer. After all, this is to be my home pretty soon.”I acted puzzled as I asked, “What do you mean?”She started moving towards me as she said, “Sol Syntrivon has promised me this planet once we conquer it, of course.”“You work for the necromancer then?”Her look became frosty in reply to my. You should know the difference between a ten second blackout and an hour-plus long one, surely?Most certainly time to rise, at any rate. You pull out from under the covers, swing your feet off the bed and plant them on the floor: damn cold down there. Now sitting up, and still not fully coordinated you launch your upper body upwards and hope it lands somewhere stable. After mission success, you fumble around for your telephone. Now to see what time it is, and see exactly how wrong you are --. It was pretty bad, but from the looks of things it might be a possible. The electrics were toast and the wings drooped a bit. The empennage was broke plumb off but it was behind the shipping splice. There was evidence present of previous cracking and maybe, just maybe, it was a good thing that it had decided to rodeo while Grace and I weren't in it. The engine mount bolts had broken out of the block casting and the engine didn't make it back. But mostly it was just wet.We recovered our 'chutes.