Call on me at ten. I appreciate promptness.” “What may I call you by?” She favored me with a slow wink, her dark red lash dipping suggestively a... her smile grew wicked; an obvious promise of things to come, or so I hoped. “You may call me whatever you please. Dominique suits me as well as any other. Enjoy your day, Monsieur.” I bid her farewell, pulling back her chair, giving her my hand, lifting hers to my lips. As tempting as it was, I kept myself from worshipping her dainty knuckles, merely. Each show has a series of male strippers wearing various outfits. One in a cop uniform, one as a construction worker, one in doctors outfitted. Of course the result is all the same they dance down to a g-string. Dance with pillows, pulling off the g-string behind these pillows. The wild charge into the audience with all these screaming women, sticking money in their crotch, or between their asses.I had to be as close to the front as possible and act as any other woman would, I was dying. Straight, please.” Pouring his drink and a glass of wine for myself, I returned and sat next to him on the sofa.“Alexa, I caught your announcement on TV. That is wonderful news. I’m sure Jerry would be very pleased.”“Yes, he will, Mike. Our town is at a point where it needs stability, and I want to accomplish my vision of what it could be,” I answered before changing the subject. “How was your day? Any progress on the murder investigation?”“Not yet. So far the only person in our sights is Bob. Which is why we need to find the core of my ship, Merita said. As soon as possible. Before another human encounters it.How will that help my tentacle problem? You have to possess me until the nanites cure me. When I found Merita's crashed spaceship last night, an egg-shaped object in a crater which I mistook for a falling star, I tripped and broke my neck. I would have died if she didn't save me. But the nanites—which I didn't understand what those were, but apparently they were little.