“I’m Sheila Carson, Mr. Richards. Please come inside. I think we need to have a talk.”I had the same, uneasy “Oh crap! Now, what?” feeling t...at I used to have when summoned to the principal’s office as a kid.Sheila turned on her heels, walked inside, and the rest of us followed into the cabin’s great room. If the building appeared big from the outside, standing in the middle of the cathedral hall, the misty room seemed to go on forever. A massive freestanding stone fireplace dominated the. . and the stark contrast with what was actually happening struck her like battering ram. She was being fucked – not made love to, not tenderly romanced, but fucked – by an alien. An alien she barely knew. An alien who was paying her in scraps of food and credits. And she was being fucked bent over a workshop table, like some... Common whore, she thought.And as Thrash started to slam into her, snarling hotly in her ear as his cock plunged into her soaked pussy again and again and again and. ..I turn to let the water cascade over my tits, my partially perked nipples. I close my eyes and dip my face in the stream of water, rubbing lazily at my makeup, running my hands through my hair...all of it cooling me down and relaxing me quickly.I open my eyes when I hear the bottle of beer open and see you standing there, watching me in the shower, while you take a swig. You’ve brought your own set of drinks...another beer for you, and something stronger for me, funny how we think so alike. The ear bud crackled to life, "Tera, we can't raise anyone on the team", for the first time since she met him, Nigel sounded scared and this did nothing to assuage the feelings of foreboding that had consumed Tera since she was pulled from sleep only moments before."I am on my way, will be onsite in 2 min, send back up Nigel, lots of it, I think we may have lost the mark." Tera said as she closed the connection.Lost the mark, it was rare that she said this phrase; losing was not something that.