"Yes?" Lofe will be arriving at the planet shortly. We presumed you would like to be involved in the contact procedure, as he greets the stranded Filo...arine." Thank you, Personalia. We shall enjoy that experience."A Landership swooped down from orbit, and swung low over the ocean, coming into view of the island's residents. It slowed down as it approached, and came to rest on a sandy beach. The Filoyarine did not know what to make of it, and just stared.A side hatch opened, and a ladder. He walked me home afterwards, hands dug into the pockets of his jeans, shoulders hunched up against the cold.“You didn’t bring a jacket?” I asked.“I did. Someone took it when I went outside to meet you.”I frowned. “You never said.”“It didn’t seem important. Still doesn’t.” He smiled at me. “You want me to walk you up to your apartment?”There was nothing suggestive in the way he said it. It was almost brotherly. His hands were still jammed into his pockets.“No. Thank you. I’m good.”“Well.” He. When she came back through with my coffee ( I saw she’d poured herself more wine - obviously no more work for you tonight, you idle trollop, I thought) of course, she could have sat on the chair too. But she didn’t. She sat on the settee too, next to me. Oh God, I thought, I’m in trouble now. I could smell her perfume, sweet, musky, intoxicating. She must have been re-applying her makeup as well, because her lips were bright, scarlet almost, here eyeshadow accentuating the brown depths of. You've got everything right here for the carrot,” Jackie touched Miranda's lips with a finger, then dropped her hand to Miranda's upper thigh, “and here, of course.”Miranda flushed, embarrassed at Jackie’s forthright ways. “Yes, I understand all that,” she stammered, “but what do you mean by the stick?”“Well, that part may take some hard mental and physical work on your part. Come with me. I think this needs a practical demonstration.”Miranda shivered delightfully at the memories of that.