She pulled my head down to hers and initiated a series of increasingly amorous kisses. Whispering, “Thank you, Michele, for last night.”I softly c...uckled, “Thank you right back. It was wonderful, wasn’t it?”“It certainly was.” She seemed to be searching my face for something. My hand was sliding over her breasts, stomach and down to her mound. She watched me as her thoughts worked through her mind, but she was completely comfortable with my roaming hand.I kissed her nipple, “What is it? What. I put the laundry on and tidy up not that it needed it as Sam did it yesterday and then retired to the patio with a cone.I sat there pondering the thought that just behind the wooden fence lay Sara sunning herself in a flimsy underwear set, just the thought of it made me aroused but then again I was smoking.I suddenly remembered the hole in the fence where the knot had fallen out and this was too good an opportunity to miss so I crept over and peered through the fence.OMG she was perfectly. “I’m Lucian Martinus.”“Good morning, L. Martinus,” I say returning the greeting in a more socially acceptable form. We are all equal under the government’s benevolent eye. Titles and first names are impolite gender conventions.His voice is vaguely familiar, but my head is muzzy; too filled with dreams of last night to think properly. I can’t place where I’ve heard it.He brings my hand to his lips and brushes a kiss on my palm. I try to hide a shiver at the unmistakable punch of lust it gives. Once the drone was on its way, her scout ship moved to a new position – no point in taking any needless risks. Launching the drone would probably be the most excitement she and her crew would have on this mission. Good. Excitement could be very bad news indeed for a scout.Another rock was nudged. Slowly spinning on its axis, it fell towards the repositioned Hive Sphere. This second rock was just off a bullseye; it would pass 26 kilometres from the Sphere. Were the Swarm suspicious? Two close.