She was cute. Her hair hung around her face with the pigtails long removed but despite the low light and poor quality of the picture, Declan felt his ...ock stir. He wished she’d unbuttoned the pyjama top. The photo didn’t give much indication of what her boobs were like.“You seem very buttoned up there,” he texted. “Maybe you need to undo a few”The phone went silent.“Fuck,” Declan thought. “The frigid bitch.”He could just imagine Ciaran’s opinion on how the evening had panned out. “Don’t waste. "Again, an object appeared at the entrance to the little blue house. This time it was a brown wooden box, half again the dimensions of an ordinary shoebox. Marigold, still stooping, reached out to retrieve the container, opening it near the unravelled scroll. Inside was what appeared to be a burnt steak."So what's this?" It's Nat King Cole's right lung," answered the kennel, a smug arrogance now creeping into its intonation."Yee--urgh! What are you trying to do? Gross me out?" Well, if you're. And it was. She is perfect in every way, phisically, and emotionally, and now, 13 years later, I still dont regret it, at all.But... There is always a but. I felt, after a while, that I missed on so many things. I am a good looking guy, and over the years I managed to build a good business, but even before that, girls just liked me, and it somehow, transponded into my self esteem, in a good way. But over the time, it got hard, you know. When I see a hottie, clearly eye flirting with me, or. “Hey, Kaisha!”He opened his eyes, a woman’s voice? Before him a tall, red-headed Borealan of the hairless variety waved to them, a gaggle of Borealans wearing blue UNN jumpsuits were trailing behind her. They didn’t look like the battle-hardened Mad Cats he had served with, were they recruits perhaps?“Hello, Raz. New pack?”The woman nodded, the trainees behind her staring at the odd pair with wide, amber eyes. They seemed out of their element, lacking the confident body language that Moralez.