If you hurt her, I will...”“Relax. I have no intention of hurting her. Or you. I just need you out of the picture for a while. If you do as I say,...I guarantee you will both walk out of your respective locations unharmed within a few hours. I really have no desire to cause harm to anyone, its not in my nature. The helmet on her head is just keeping her in a state of hypnotic calm, its much safer than drugs. If I was sure it would work on your alien physiology, I would have just done the same to. I asked what it was and he said some marijuana. He had snuck a couple of joints onto the ship but knew that he would need to use them on the ship before we got to immigration.He then asked me if I wanted to join him in his room for a joint. After some hesitation, I said yes. He explained that he was there with a male friend, not gay just a friend, and his friend was also gone for the day. He told me they were both divorced and had become traveling buddies. So on to his room we went. He has a. Soon I started to go out by my self and went with some other friends I met during the time to gay bars. To me a other world, but refreshing new to be myself and feel at ease. One of these evenings I noticed a Gentleman sitting alone in a corner of the bar.watching and observing the scene on the dance floor. I saw he was not Dutch, handsome,a bit older, nicely dressed, white shirt, tight jeans, and expensive black shoes . Intense black halflong hair, three day beard. Our eyes met sometimes, but. " The second ship man said.Sighing the first ship man nodded, "Yeah, I know, though if we don't try, I don't think I could live with myself."The other two groaned but agreed as they veered off toward the signals.___________________________________________________________Hartwell was at his wits end, the female was still unconscious, though all med scans said she was fine. Leaving her there he started for the bridge, then was standing there. Smirking he thought, damn A.I. Hartwell was about to.