“Have you been drinking alcohol this evening, Ma’am?” She shook her head and uttered a barely audible, “No.” “Ingested any drugs? Prescri...tion or otherwise?” “N-no.” The nervous young woman looked up at her interrogator’s face as he questioned her. The brim of his police cap was pulled down low on his forehead. Dark wraparound sunglasses concealed his eyes. Smooth chiseled cheekbones, a strong square jaw, and thin pale lips revealed no emotion when he spoke. This guy is taking his job way too. ‘Get fucking off me you twat, she shouts. But she is a total babe and she’s a copper and I can’t stop’.‘You need a good fucking’ I shout and push her backwards and under my weight she falls to the floor. The top of she blouse is already torn and although she has her hands around my wrists I tear open the top of her blouse and reveal the sexiest black lace bra I have ever seen, but better than that the tits inside them look totally awesome. The flesh is smooth but in the struggle the fabulous. I assume the terraformers did a good job becausewhen I was young my grandparents told me it was just like the Isle ofSkye on Old Earth. Not many other people live here. Even on this planetof second chances people still flock to the cities. It only takes me halfan hour to get from work to hear by hover train, but that's still to farfor most people.I look out over the ocean from atop my cliff side home and think aboutall the endangered Old Earth species that also call Gaijin home. While Idon't. He was single, in his late fifties and worked at the prestigious Massachusetts Institute of Technology.He was a professor of science, specializing in electronics. Well, that explained his ability to get my number. I recognized his voice as being that of the one who had called me on my private line in my office. A line which hardly anyone had the number of yet.His home was as amazing as he was. He lived about a forty-minute drive from the Institute, and commuted every day. He was a mild mannered.