. a man who is an expert in translation.”“Claude Simon!”“Yes.” The alien waved towards the laptop “Between us we adapted his real-time tra...slation engine, which is quite good now. My species communicate a lot by thought, I should explain, with our hair. It’s like your wifi, but for brainwaves. It’s a lot faster than moving your mouth and lips, creating soundwaves as you expel air. You have taken the first steps in this direction too. We are, in general, only about a hundred years ahead of you. Dusty, dirty, obviously tired. They must have traveled all night to get to the cabin. So, I knew they had to be exhausted.I could see the hate and anger in his eyes and hear it in his voice. But because his hands were empty, I knew that his piece was in his back. If he made any move that way, I would have to get... Oh shit, where is my .45? last I saw Suzy had it. The Winchester was on the living room table. I was unarmed. This was not good.With probably the most menacing smile and venom. " It'll dry and never show, it's no big deal, sit down and enjoy it." Bill said.I did slump back down and continue to finish my ride off the orgasm. I was shivering. I don't think I ever released that much tension at one time. All the worries and fears I had of losing Bill for the summer were gone. They lay as the form of wetness on Meg Parkers stairway.I was still in a sitting fetal ball, relieved of tensions when it hit me. A hunger."Take it out, Bill. Take it out. I want it. Feed it to me" I. She said she didn't mind so we talked and drank coffee and foundour sexual attraction grow. she said she needed to get back to work in a fewminutes and she leaned towards me to give me a little kiss and say thanks forthe coffee except that the little kiss grew into a long deep passionate kisswith a little soft moan at the end. She smiled and said now I am never going toget back to work with a kiss like that and leaned in for another. As we kissedI felt her soft body against mine and my hands.