Talk about being unfair. You can be such a bitch sometimes she thought. She paid Denny what she owed and was considering how much to tip him when the ...dea hit her. She was shocked that she had even had the thought, but what the hell, it's my fault. She'd sat Denny down in a chair next to the pool and then she had knelt down between his legs. As she pulled down his jeans and worked his cock out of his undershorts she had looked Denny in the eyes and had said, "This is our secret Denny. No one. All life indicators for his species are within acceptable ranges.”The voice was clinically cold and very distant, you try to roll your head towards it but your neck fails to move despite your best efforts.“Good, good.” The second voice was warmer, somehow more… human. “How is its mind? Is it still intact?”“His wave patterns are returning to normal with EP levels that are slightly higher than average” It was the cold distant voice again. “The activity indicates that he is awakening, do you wish. As I prayed, she changed; changed in such a way that I instinctively backed away. Her skin darkened to an ebony, her hair from brown to black, but what was really worrying was her face. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to describe that. I think I have seen ... evil. I left her there, and went to sit in the lounge, continuing to pray. Whatever else it did, it calmed and reassured me. I found myself quoting Psalm 91;He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of. Masturbate. I need you tell me if it’s normal. It doesn’t seem normal.” These were the craziest words he’d ever said. Where did he get the courage?Joyce’s hand went to her mouth. “Oh my gosh, Sammy. Absolutely not.”“But you said –”“I could never.” She shook her head slowly, back and forth. Her hand still covering her mouth. Something in her body language told Sam he had a chance.What followed was fifteen minutes of begging and pleading by Sam. And consistent refusal by Joyce. Sam couldn’t tell.