The idea of letting them know how much of this was her Dad's design, and how little comparably she had done, was kind of embarrassing. Not that, reall..., she should care what these aliens thought of her, but, still...A rumble in Daium's tummy, and comments from the humans about food, soon had her leading them for the first time into the heart of the ship. Going through the bottom of the two doors on the bridge, or, at least, the one closer to the roots of the tree now that 'up' and 'down' were. I first noticed it when they began to get a lot quieter and move more slowly. A couple of hours later, I noticed that as I watched my compass, we seemed to be avoiding a generally large area of forest off to our west. When I asked about it, the conversation got a bit hard to understand."Hey. Why not go that way?" I asked Farts, whose name was actually ListensToWind, but whatever."No, GreatOne. You do not want to go that way. Look, over there ... probably auroch."He'd just done the caveman. He then laid her down on her back, taking care not to bump her head on a wall. His mouth soon found its way in the dark to her chest. He began by planting light kisses all the way around each breast. Then he started to flick at her nipples with his tongue. It didn’t take much of this attention before her nipples were erect. Of course in the darkness he could only tell this by his touch. After he took her left nipple in his lips, she clutched his head against her as he lightly bit it. He then. “It's been two freaking years,” he replied. We entered the bar. The familiar sound of Motörhead's Whorehouse Blues came to our ears. The barkeeper looked at us. “If that ain't them two fellas! How long’s it been? Two years?” he said smiling, “hey honey! C'mere, and give our two fellas a fresh glass of cold beer each, will ya?” We sat down on two barstools and took a few long deep sips of our freshly served beers. God! This was great! The barkeeper smiled at us through his thick mustache. “So.