”“Got it, Commander.”“Good idea, Lozka,” he added. “Who would have thought having an Araxie tracker around would be so useful?”“We sha...l either find Rask,” she replied, gripping the turret’s joystick. “Or a very, very large herd...”“Bearing one-nine-five,” Ben said, poring over his map. “I don’t see any noteworthy landmarks in that direction, but that’s definitely where the readings are strongest. I think that if we keep going this way, we’ll eventually come across whatever is making all these. Not to the point where she could think of nothing else, but certainly to the point where it became noticeable. She found her eyes wandering to the crotches and rumps of men who were passing, regardless of whether or not they were vulpine, feline, canine, or otherwise. When simply hormonal, her thoughts usually turned to her love, Robin. When in Heat, her thoughts turned to whoever was nearest.Which wasn't to say that Robin didn't come up in her mind during her Heats. He was always the first in. He hadn't realized how parched he was until he felt the cool liquid touch him and he began to drink thirstily, without thinking, gulping down several mouthfuls before he realized what had happened. Turning away from the bottle, water poured out onto his face, neck and shoulders, but he ignored it."You drugged me!" he accused, in a combination of incredulity and anger. The brief moment of guilt that washed over her face was all the confirmation that he needed. They'd known each other too long. Her blouse was hanging loosely from her shoulders and she slowly peeled it off, in a sort of striptease. Jack could not believe how firm and round her tits were, even though she was not wearing a bra. She smiled at him, before slowly, teasingly, starting to remove her miniskirt. As she pulled it slowly down over her hips, he saw first her smooth white stomach, then the first sign of the fine curly hair on her pubic mound. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the skirt fell free of her hips.