It was clear that she had a tail, but I could not see it without removing the robe, and with the strange attacks of lust still surging through me, I f...lt it unwise to head down that path.Instead, I pushed Wendy away so I could look her in the eye. "Who says that? People like your parents? Have they ever met and talked to one of the many humans who have survived MORFS and acquired tails?" Wendy seemed uncertain and I continued."Perhaps you should talk to one. Dad! Laura! Can you come up here?" I. She hadn't been asked out on dates. High school had been miserable for her.So she went to college, and then to law school, and now she made her living sticking it to the people who had made her life so miserable way back then.Some of that extra weight had melted off of her naturally, but she'd also tried to improve her appearance. She wore contacts now, and casual clothing of excellent quality. Her skin had cleared up. She met a guy in law school who was the male equivalent of herself, and they. Events that could not have happened. Which was real? Making love to his best friend's wife on the eve of departure or the fantasy that he was an astronaut, the commander of the first ever interstellar mission? Perhaps both. The hypersleep was real, he was fairly sure of that. The rest, though... maybe he was hallucinating. Maybe he was psychotic. It had happened before. Esmeralda. She had a beautiful name. A beautiful soul. His fingers tingled with the memory of touching her face. Soft skin on. But her smile seemed more directed at Dusty."Ok let's tell Dr. White we're taking the job. But we want new rooms," said Marie with a smile."Fantastic! I'm glad you decided to take the job! I should have told you I had one other guild of four accept as well. This way we can alternate the nights you are needed. The showing will be for only a month, but we hope to have everything work out," smiled Dr. White widely. "Let's see Dr. Carmichael about your rooms after dinner. He's in charge of.