The word does not translate into your language... but they can be called Breeder-Spies; the first contact agents that begin the seduction of new plane...s and proliferation of our kind. Yes... your sperm... your genes will be a boon to the next generation of our most capable agents." What if I refuse?" She laughed musically - just like Susan used to."By now you should know better than that. We are Coit'ii. We are whatever we must be to drive males insane with desire. You will not resist." And the. “We'll be there in ten minutes, don't do anything special. I'm hungry.” She handed the phone back and smiled sweetly at him and shrugged, getting off the bed and pulling her sweats back on.“You're going out... like that?” he asked. “No, we're going shopping. Both of you!” His look included Miranda, too, quelling any protest she might have made. “Listen, both of you,” he said. “I am a man of quite some standing. I have a very carefully built reputation, and that is someone who is in control of. "Doesn't herealize I'm only a C average student? Shouldn't he have gone after oneof the A students or something...?" Yeah," I shrugged, "but I guess he isn't that bright. I mean, to an Fstudent even a C student looks smart..." The truth was, I had no ideawhat kind of grades Simon got, nor did I really care.Jason just laughed, "I guess so." Normally he's pretty harmless," I said thoughtfully, thinking aboutSimon. "More bark than bite. In fact, I kind of feel sorry for him..." What the hell. There were about 30 people in all with only six of us staying at the hotel. We later found out that most of these people were regulars who didn’t live too far away. Susan and John then entered the hall to greet everyone. John had cracked some bad jokes trying to ease the tension but I think only the alcohol was going to do that. Susan explained that all the men had to be in the hall fully dressed in their costumes for 7pm, were we would be each given a number. All the women had to make their.