Imagine if they could learn to fly a ship, or field strip an XMR just from a single demonstration?”“Evans said that they seemed to have photograph...c memories,” he replied, watching the alien as it peered back at him. No, not ‘the alien’, its name was Maza. He wondered if it was male or female, or indeed if their species made such distinctions at all. None of the creatures had taken their camouflaged space suits off in the presence of humans yet. Was that for modesty, or perhaps some other. ”“To the Wunambal Gaambera, Uunguu means ‘living home’ -- it is all the things in Wunambal Gaambera country to the west of here, along the coast, and the home of their ancestors for thousands of years.“For Wunambal Gaambera people, Uunguu is part of Lalai, the story of how and when their country was made. Lalai is told through the rock art sites found throughout the so-called ‘Indigenous Protected Area’.“The rock art speaks of the Wanjina spirits and the Wunggurr spirits, the creation ancestors. “Any thing else you want to see before you leave?” I asked.“The roof of your room” was her reply.My dick ached it was so hard from reading that. I couldn’t believe she wrote that. I’m usually one that’s straight to the point, but she was keeping that naughty smile on my face. I had to keep this conversation going in her direction. Knowing that her mind was already in the gutters, no need to pretend I’m innocent after all. “I can do that, as long as I get to see the back of your head.” Was my. "Here?" Here for a drink, and then who knows?" Bartender, see what the ladies will have, will you?'We retired from the bar to a table in the rear."So, how long have you been playing in the band?" Embeth asked."I've been with these guys for two and a half years now." They seemed interested in my so-called career and so I regaled them with stories about my musical exploits from high school on."You actually played with _______?" Sure did," I said trying to play it down. I had in fact played with.