So—let’s do something about it! I want to declare to the entire world that I love you, and only you, and I want nothing more than to spend the res... of my life with you. I’m just sorry that, like an idiot, I don’t have a ring to give you.’ ‘I don’t need a ring,’ she said, kissing me from above. She had that lovely, soft-like-warm-butter feeling in my arms that she gets whenever I’ve done something that makes her feel especially close to me and she wants to do anything in her power to make me. “Is that... ?”It was a Borealan, a fucking alien, near eight feet tall and clad in an apple-red pressure suit. It was heavily armored and around its waist was fastened a leather belt from which was hanging the largest handgun that Pete had ever seen in his life. His hands trembled as he kept his rifle trained on it. What the hell was a Borealan doing all the way out here? He had never even seen one before, at least not in the flesh, and yet here one was. It stood before them, towering so high. “Uhh… hi, Kelly.” It was all I could muster, my mind racing about how many ways this was about to go horrifically wrong. “You dirty perv, you are disgusting!” I tried to start backing off, but Kelly came charging after me. “Oh no, you fucking don’t, you don’t get away that easily!” I kept backing up, which was fine until I realised I had backed into Matt’s room and no had nowhere to go. “You think it’s OK to watch me shower and to wank off in our house?” I tried to defend myself, not an easy. ‘Over there is the swimming pool, attire optional by the way. Down there is the Common room and Dining hall, and down here is your bungalow.’ He glanced at the key to see which number it was, and lengthened his stride. Reaching number 27, he opened the door and led me in. ‘The bedroom is through there.’ He said, pointing to a doorway. ‘The bathroom is at the end of the corridor, and the kitchenette is in the corner over there. There are supplies for cups of tea, you have a choice of green or.