We do not need people to smuggle us from continent tocontinent or to hide us from people who see only large insects."This time we need scientists. We ...eed men of business, and men ofpolitics. We are a minority that will never be heard if we allow ourselvesto die out because 'it has always been this way'." She lofted into theair, landing before Thistle, hands on hips, defiant. "Is your hatred ofhumans so great that you would see us vanish for all time, my sister? Areyou so sure that we can. "Oh sorry," said Bridget, hm maybe a little too far, she thought. She took her hand away and didn't try again. The two got their things and left for Bridget's mansion.Just like the beginning of the school year the two friends went up to Bridget's room. Charles plopped down on her bed while she sat at her computer, the first time she'd gone there first.Charles noticed, "What're you going to be doing?" Oh nothing, just going to chat with some friends." Oh, okay... don't do it for too long I. New excuses to tempt them flashed through her head, and she soon settled on one. She stopped in the bathroom on the way to her bedroom, but pouted when she couldn't overhear them saying anything about her. They were too far from the window.In the bedroom, she filled a laundry basket with her sexiest panties, skimpy nightgowns, and even a lacy bustier that she'd only worn once for her ex-husband. She considered adding the garters and stockings, but thought that might be a bit too much. These she. She swung it open and stepped onto the front step. He slammed the door behind her.He went into the kitchen, poured himself a stiff scotch and drained it. From work, he'd taken the train to his suburb and then walked the mile through the sleet of a late March storm. He'd unlocked his front door, his glasses had steamed, he'd looked into the living room, surprised at the subdued light, and there she'd stood.He returned to the living room, the fire the only light, and looked out the front window..