"Joan wants to talk. Hold on." It's about time, Dad. Congratulations." Joan said. "We wondered if we would have to push you somehow, but Wendy said to...wait until the time was right, so we did. Let me talk to Wendy." Okay, and thanks. Wendy, Joan wants to talk to you." Hi, Joannie. He finally did it. We're going to shop for rings tomorrow. Is Anna there? Good. Let me talk to her. Anna, he asked. It just took a little time for him to get around to it. Thank you and thank you for all your advice.. My heart, which had already been so full of love for Evan, felt like it would burst with joy. I wasn't just home, I was with my family who cared enough to make even my simplest wishes come true. I thanked every one of them and made a silent vow to do a lot of Christmas shopping for my new family in the next few days.I thought I would be anxious for them to go home so I could be alone with Evan, but I was wrong. It turned into a party with wolves showing up throughout the night, each of them. We don't know how they communicate, only that it seems to be both instantaneous and lossless. Imagine radio that worked without a bit of static and had no satellite delays to get from one side of the world to the other. Maybe not even wire time delays.I say all of that in order to lead up to saying that I believe we'll probably spend at least ten years learning how to keep the Sa'arm bottled up on the worlds they already infest. Part of that time of course will be spent on Earth learning how to. They fell down around my ankles and removed my shirt. We moved through his dirty living room and kitchen into the small bedroom. He had a queen-size mattress that barely fit in the room. Aaron had me climb up on the bed and get on all fours facing the outside window. It was very hot in his apartment and there was just a small fan running from the top of a dresser. Aaron put his hands on my mind end and spread me open. Then he did something I hadn't expected....he stuffed his face into my ass.