"Ahh, lovely little eighteen year old. I ditched the Paki girl as she had 'er hand in the till. Can't trust 'em." Shit Dad. What did the Police say?" ...on't get me started on the effing cops. Useless bunch of ... whatever. But you might remember Diane. Ivy's friend from Guides or whatever it was." No I don't," Adam muttered and looked up to see a stick-thin girl totter down the steps to the garage holding a tray of drinks, dressed in white top that was accentuating her figure and a short tartan. The conversation was easy and light. Louise was enjoying a leisurely Saturday morning. It felt so good to be in the midst of friends, naked and contented after a night of lovemaking. ‘Louise, Jeremy and I have a confession to make,’ Bonnie said, her expression a little serious, her voice a little tentative. ‘What would that be?’ Louise said. ‘Well, we sort of planned our little scene last night. Jeremy had said several weeks ago that you looked a bit lonely.’ ‘We thought it might be a way to. Maybe some rugs and tapestries would give it a more Araxie feel, some skulls and pelts mounted on the walls like a hunting lounge, perhaps. The alien carpenters would surely produce some unique and expertly crafted chairs and desks, add in a holographic fireplace, and it would certainly look the part.He chuckled to himself as he watched one of the engineers demonstrated how to use a level to one of the aliens, the creature tapping its claw against the glass tube curiously and following the air. Tomorrow…we BREED!” And again the audience made a great roar. Oh, dear reader, what we were in for. * This night was a sharp contrast to the one before it. Instead of being locked in a horrid hay barn, we were honored guests in the main hut. First, we were bathed again in the fine hot springs and wrapped in thick furs. Oluth’s people, unsurprisingly, did not trade in leather, but were not above raising some sheep and other strange beasts, long necks with silly faces. We sat in a large.