"Good morning."Shane chuckled. "I don't know about good. My ribs are still pretty sore."Andrea slumped down on the couch, her head in her hands. She w...s shaking, and Shane heard sobs start up.He walked over, sitting next to her, his arm around her shoulders. "Andrea, I was just kidding. I'm fine."She looked up, sniffling. "Really? Are you really ok?"Shane nodded. "I'm good. I use humor as a defense sometimes, it gets my mind off of stuff."Andrea sniffled. She turned to Shane, and wrapped her. Shortly after my husband left a tall handsome black man came into the gym and started running on a tread mill next to mine. He was about 6’5” in great shape with a muscular build, short buzzed dark hair and dark skin. After jogging for a few minutes the man removed his sweat drenched t-shirt and tossed it on the floor behind him. I did my best to keep my eyes forward, but to no avail. I glanced over and saw his muscular chest and abs glistening as the sweat dripped down his body. As my eyes. On the other hand, that was exactly what she expected me to think, and Miss Claire can be fiendishly clever. I wished it wasn’t possible, but it didn’t seem beyond the realm of possibility that she was setting me up somehow.I’d always expected Miss Claire to try to tempt me into breaking the rules to get me into trouble when Master and I first discussed telling our kids about our lifestyle.My daughter had initially offered me cookies when I first started training or tempted me into sitting on. Most of the things we found had no obvious function, at least, not to us. However, we had no trouble recognizing the ray gun pistols. Each alien had one in a pouch that almost defied being opened. I would have refused to use it if I had to go through such a complicated procedure to reach my pistol. We wondered why the aliens put up with such nonsense, but we figured that we might never find out.Out of curiosity at this stage, Sam tried to figure out how to use the ray gun. There were three.