Helen had hopes of getting them in bed as a set but Roland was a hopeless gentleman."Going home together for the night?" Pratt asked. His tone was con...ersational but Helen knew what visions lay behind those smoldering eyes."Not yet." She teased him. "Maybe later." Well, if you're working later tonight, keep your door locked. There have been some break-ins in the area and, you know, we want to keep you safe." Roland pulled out a note pad. "You're on six, right?" Yes." Helen answered quickly.. Don't worry about my Matrix point. I'm sure I'm human. You could ask Mom where I was sixteen years ago. That'd be pretty good proof. If you want, I'll give you a sample of my sperm - in a test tube I mean - so you can send it to a lab specifically to be tested for what species I am." Nah. It's all right. I don't really believe in aliens anyway." Oops. My opinion of you just dropped again. How can you not believe in aliens? The Universe is billions of light-years across. That's so huge there. We agreed and everyone left her house. I texted Brittany later that day and asked about meeting that night. She responded quickly that she had the meeting and then needed to go home and get some rest.I watched Amy on the six o’clock newscast. I could not get my mind off the night and the morning we just spent, and I wondered if Amy was thinking about it at all. Within five minutes of going off the air, she texted me and told me how much she enjoyed the time. I sent her a brief text back, and. It hurts... Oh, it hurts..."Mark started to cry, weeping softly into Kara's shoulder. Kara petted his head, her own eyes moist with tears. And then Kara also broke into weeping. "Oh Mark, how could I do this to you? Sweet and kind and thoughtful Mark, what have I done?" Kara wailed softly in the depth of her despair of Mark's pain. "Oh, what have I done?!" Kara, have I been unfaithful to you?" Oh Mark, please believe me, I don't blame you! Not at all... I pushed you into all of this. Mark, I.