Oh fuck no, why did you have to come out! His cheeks became redder than they ever have before. She slowly got off her bed, not losing eye contact with...his bulge. She looked like a lion, or in this context, a lioness; moving in for its prey. Should I run? No I can't… God she's beautiful.She got on all fours and started walking toward him, he could see her ass swaying side to side as she got closer. The curves, THE CURVES.She was on her haunches down in front of him, staring his bulge. He just. Each drone carrier looked eerily similar to a termite queen, albeit a monstrous mechanical reproduction of one, the bulbous segmented hull covered in yellowish-brown armour plating.The Raptor was running on low power to keep the sensor profile at a bare minimum, which meant that most of the computer panels and consoles in the cockpit were currently dark. Even though it was impossible for the Kirrix to hear him, John couldn’t help lowering his voice, speaking to his petite pilot in a hushed. I felt uncomfortable so I got up and moved onto a chair slightly on an angle from her. She watched TV and drank for about five minutes while I craned my neck to see the TV, we engaged in small talk. Then I summoned up my nerve.I moved to the floor again in front of the couch but next to her. She and I talked about some non sense. And then she made some kind of move that for some reason I thought was an invitation. It was the way she crossed and recrossed her leg in rapid succession, I think.. ...women?"Shamsky turned to Calvin Moore. "I'm not sure about that Cal. But I have a hunch." What?" They believe that by changing us to our present condition they can more easily domesticate us." Domesticate us?"Shamsky shifted his gaze to McLain. "That's right Skipper. Pacify us. Tame us." To what end Les?" To the end that we act in accordance with our appearance. Like women. We don't resist. We avoid confrontation. Instead we accommodate them. We placate them. We submit." Les paused for a.