No artificial structures, no cleared and cultivated fields, no evidence whatever of intelligent habitation. Only at the one site—one technician dubb...d it Centerville, a name that quickly stuck aboard ship—were there clear indications of artificial construction."Maybe the real estate developer ran out of money before he could expand," remarked one of the scientists sourly as yet another planetwide scan showed nothing but apparently untenanted acreage.If so, that putative developer had made up. "That is what we did but all of that soap and naked flesh made us hornyagain and we went back to bed. It occurred to me that it was the firsttime in many weeks that we had had sex whilst I was not wearing someitem of female clothing. If of course you overlooked the breast formsand wild jewellery.After the shower I dressed in my skater skirt and sweater. Of course Istill had the breast forms attached but no bra. I pulled on the blackcourt shoes and was sitting at the vanity unit when. Warren cleared his throat and shifted into reverse. ‘Don’t hold back, now.’ Leer called over a shoulder. The sun rose in a cloudless sky. An almost constant light breeze dragged at the tails of exhaust smoke which rose here and there. Warren managed to keep them moving, sometimes resorting to bumper car tactics that sent gear tumbling against Leer and Draga in the back. Leer checked off and on for bodies in the vehicles they passed. Apparently everyone had made it out of their vehicles, one way. She burst out laughing."Only if you tell me your real name," she said, rolling toward me."What do you mean?" I saw your briefcase and the initials were G.B.A. What's your real name?" Gordon Bruce Andrews," I said in as thick a Scottish brogue as I could imitate."I wonder if we're related?" she asked."How so?" Fiona Aileen Alexander, great granddaughter of Fiona Aileen McGregor of Kilmarnock, Scotland." Not too likely," I said, idly stroking a breast. "Gordon Hamish Andrews, my grandfather, was.