Donna and Linda came over to me, together. These were women in their fifties, I guessed. Donna was the receptionist, and I hadn't realized that she ...as part of the Humans. As receptionist, she was always immaculately made up, and tonight she looked no differently. Linda was a little older and wore no makeup at work, but she got into the spirit tonight and was heavily made up. They too were in bras and panties, but unlike nearly everyone else, they carried dildos in their hands rather than. Young and in love all the time, with life, with boys and even with herself because she felt so utterly confident.No, it was far better to have two handsome men that adored her and loved every inch of her still beautiful body. She kept them at a distance from each other despite the fact they were well aware of the other’s existence. One of them was a married man and had no less than four children. He was her weekday man because they worked together on almost every project. Their weekday lunches. Deborah felt herself blushing and Martin detected it. ‘Sorry Deb, but I thought you couldn’t miss noticing it, so figured I should explain. That’s all I’ve got these days. Mandy and I were on such a steady diet of sex, I guess I was coming about ten times a week. Well, for a guy, you can’t just go cold turkey. I’ve been trying to cut back, but I’m still giving it a tug every night.’ Deborah coughed nervously. ‘It’s alright Martin, you don’t have to explain,’ she told him, wondering why he was. He looked like a tiger she had seen once on one of those animal shows, tensing himself, preparing to pounce.Calix looked around, trying to catch up to his subconscious. What was wrong? Heather was here and she seemed safe. Dylan, too, though the boy was distracted looking at all of the different things on the space station. The boy was babbling, talking a mile a minute, distracting Heather – but he tuned the boy out.The danger wasn’t there. It wasn’t something to do with Heather or Dylan. It.