“I didn’t know what to do!” she says with exasperation. “I didn’t think they would ask me to… do things like that,” she says. Her eyes a...e bright with exhilaration and her color is up. “Oh you loved it,” says Jenny languidly from the bed as she fans herself. “And you!” you say pointing at Jenny in accusation but unable to suppress a smile. “You practically gave your husband a heart attack. I thought we agreed that there will be no touching!” “That is Reginald Witherspoon out there,” says Jenny. Just as he was clearing the plates, the phone rang and picked up. Her face grew stony as she listened to the speaker on the other end of the phone go on for a while. She whispered something and then her eyes squinched and she rasped, "No. Don't do it." She glanced nervously in John's direction. "I'll have your number blocked." Her face grew twitchier as she listened until she slammed the receiver into its cradle.Elaine looked up, but John was already taking Sasha and Peter upstairs."It's not. “You broke it,” Manny complained, touching my limp penis. “You haven’t lost your touch, girl!”“Here, drink this,” Constance lifted my head up and poked a tube in my mouth. It was wet and tart and cool. After a few swallows, the straw was removed.“Story time, Simon,” Kris announced. “My turn.”They call me Simon. My lovely ladies were Ashley and Manny and Solance and Constance and Kelsey and Kris. Ashley, of course, was nine months pregnant and would deliver in a few days. A woman had to have. Quite possibly, it could somehow not be alien, but that would mean that Rachele is only kidding herself. Her only saving grace is that she is not married or that she doesn’t have a boyfriend or lover. Ironically, there seems to be a cosmic, perhaps divine balance to it all. While one life has been snuffed out, another has been made to replace it. Having to carry a child—even half alien—almost seems like it is the due Rachele has to pay for her appallingly selfish behavior. She begins to.