All data was normal. There was just what had happened. There was no protocol to load a total narrative of what had occurred and even if there was, C...ptain Murray had edited most of what had occurred out of the logs. So, I gambled a great gamble and loaded myself into the probe. I was the only one who knew everything that had happened.I was almost finished when she came into the communications pod. She screamed at my vocal interface, ‘I know what you are doing, you electronic pile of scrap.. I also rocked back onto my butt to relieve some of the blood that had collected in my knees. I'd also developed an irritating case of rug burn on my kneecaps."Okay, Quyen's turn."I groaned inwardly, as a smiling Quyen took her place before me. She had apparently gotten quite aroused watching me eat out her twin, and had already brought herself to one orgasm on her own. I was in for a long night. So I grabbed a pillow for my knees, and dove right in. She was less vocal than Trinh, still not much. "Oh sorry! Don't mind me, just carry on. Sorry honey, I just need to vacuum. You just carry on." she said chirpily. "Tsk tsk, you're going to have to throw out some of these girlie magazines, do you really need all these?"Still embarrassed I mumbled "Yeah yeah, I'll throw them out I promise." Don't be ashamed honey, we all do it. I have a few naughty books myself but no-one needs this many." she smiled.She sat besides me on the bed, checking her watch. Sunday's were a busy day for her. "I'll. We must have arrived at our destination, I think, as the door opens and I am drug across the carpet quite roughly before being picked up, and carried into the unknown. I will my thoughts back to the present and try to discern anything that might help me to recognize my destination. There is nothing. I can tell my captor is climbing stairs, only to go down a second flight of stairs, which only adds to my confusion. While I ponder the odd chain of events, I nearly miss the moment my ass hits cold.