At about 10 o'clock, Brian headed towards his bedroom and his mom followed. Ultimately, he would learn how to get himself in bed and would never need ...vening assistance. However, at this point she needed to help pull him into bed. He scooted onto the mattress with her assistance. She picked up his feet and he dropped back onto the bed.She reached down and undid his pants, but now as she did so it had a different feeling for Brian. His heart started beating as she unzipped his jeans. He rolled. The outfit she wore looked like it had been slept in, stepped on, chewed on and drooled on night after night for far too long -- and it was time for a new one."I'm awake," Emily said with conviction.***As Emily brushed her teeth, a cute, slightly chubby brown-haired girl did the same in the mirror. She smiled at her reflection, and a mouthful of gaps and baby teeth flashed right back at her.After some pancakes and orange juice, Sarah offered to walk Emily to school. Before they got to the. It was… humanoid. Not the little green man of Area 51 those wankers in America believe in. This thing had tits, violet, bee-stung lips, and not a speck of hair, unless you counted the rather short, bone like projections that curve like licks of small flame or a quick textured brush stroke. Female, she supposed, if a thing of particles and light had sexes. Fuck if she knew.“What’s your name,” Willow asks.Trill, trill, trill, name tasted on her tongue, too alien to comprehend.The being shrugs. Carrie is furious. And she needs coffee. She wolfs down whatis on the plate, still not having learnt to eat slowly, and angrily shoves theplate back under the door. ?COFFEE!? she yells at the closed cellar door. There is no response. She paces the cell for what seems like hours, bored almostto tears. When he returns at last, he has a cup in one hand, and asmall packet in the other. ?About time!? she mutters loudly.He puts the cup down on the table, across the room fromCarrie. Her nose picks up.