That had been fun, but I needed to not be doing this with the guys here, as it was not helping my situation.I went to a less crowded section of the fl...or, and just did my own thing again for a while, letting the music take me away. I was getting sweaty and panting from the exertion, and it felt amazing. The night was melting my stress away as I lost myself in the dance. Someone came up behind me, leaned in and spoke in my ear "Wanna dance?" I pushed back against him, wrapping my hands behind me. Still though, she was out of danger, and once her facial wounds were healed well enough, we were going to send her to a specialist who dealt strictly with the female of the species. Jeez, it sounds like we’re dealing with aliens, or something, huh? ~~~~~~ THAT NIGHT When Kara and I got home, we were tickled to see that Jayne was there, apparently having dealt with whatever demons she’d been dealing with, and as tickled to see us as we were her. ‘Hi, sweetheart,’ Kara smiled, tightly hugging. "How bad is it, Cindy. Do you remember who I am?"Phil shook his head. "I'm sorry, the face is familiar but...I can't think of your name at the moment. It's like...our memories aren't totally there." The answer only seemed to worry the flight controller more."Don't worry, ladies, we'll get you home. The ship is now under our control. I suggest you have the med computer do a complete check up on each of you." Wait um..." My name is Abby," the woman replied."Abby, don't you think we should check. She felt that her flesh within wasbeginning to dissolve into this little ball. It was about the size ofa pea, but rapidly increasing in size. Like a marble. Marcia groaned.Like a big cherry, golf-ball size. Marcia felt she was melting intwo. A peach. A grapefruit. A volcano rumbled in her middle. A flushof blood rushed toward her head; another surged to her toes. Sheshook all over, the powerful masculine hands firmly and effortlesslyholding her delectable hips. The powerful, masterful man who.