“I want you to run the shop, earn the money and propose.”“You want me to run a mini golf … thing.”“Golf course. Slash ice cream shop. Ye....” I was processing all this information. “Please?” Kristen was begging.“Uh …”“I think you’d enjoy it. You’d have full control, you can hire some cute little girls … as long as you come home and fuck me right … and you’ll earn money. When you have enough, you buy a ring.” In her head this was all planned out.“Uh …” I was in a whirlwind. Work? Me? I. Your actions in leading the aliens here are culpable." The admiral stated.Captain Arnold Billings winced as the facts were driven home. He was had, and he knew it. "Sir, I shall be honored to help out in any way I can." He said through clenched teeth."Excellent! I shall notify the captain of the destroyer, the HMS Branbur, that you are participating in the further studies of the captives, and will be developing language translations. Would you care for a drink?" The admiral said, holding out a. She had probably been there for about 6 months when she started seeming really depressed. Her sales were slipping, she kept coming in late and she just didn’t look presentable for the type of business we are in. One day when most everyone else was at lunch I went into the bathroom, and I heard someone crying in the stall down the way. “Hello” I said, “are you okay in there?” A soft weak little voice answered, “I’m fine, just go away.” I could tell by the voice that it was Tina, “Tina hunny,. So far as I could see the make-up had beenapplied with a degree of skill, and the palette he had selected seemedto go well with his outfit. I was quite impressed."Very good," I said. "Stand up and let me see you walk around."Martin stood up and took a few paces around the room. He seemed to bewalking well enough, although to my hyper sensitive eye, perhaps in arather masculine way. But I reserved judgment: understandably enoughhe found it difficult to stay on camera so my view of him was.