Ilsa got up from the bed, completely naked, her hands raised. Clegg walked behind her, picked up the cigarette case and thumbed it open. Inside the tw...o halves of a false cigarette, identical to the one in Tereza's case, betrayed Ilsa's intentions. "I don't imagine that the poison was in your drink, was it?" Clegg asked rhetorically. "Let's go through to the lounge," Clegg suggested with a wave of the pistol. "Somehow I'm not thinking of going to bed just now."Ilsa walked ahead of him across the. He looked like he had stepped from the cover of one of her mother’s romance novels, the ones she sneaked to her room for the hot throbbing sex between the reluctant beautiful woman and the roguish, sexy man. Her fingers found their way under her nightgown, under her panties to the fresh, smooth, crack. She slid her long finger through a hint of pubic hair, along the lips of her body as she watched the man wrestle her mother to the bed then put his head between her legs. He was licking her. His hazel eyes turned a ruby green. His lips grew thicker and poutier. His nose cutened and got smaller, while his eyes expanded. His waist contracted, and his hips thickened until they were twice as wide as his now-wasp waist. His ass swelled, until he felt like he was seated on a whoopee cusion. His arms grew slender, and his legs thinned out. All his body hair shrank, as his body hair's follicles fused shut. His fingers grew long and slender, and he grew about a foot shorter. His cheek bones. " I didn't say it would be easy, but I suspect our crew will acknowledge truth. And the truth will be that you will know more about the Ship than anyone else, except me – far more. The rest will come with time – as you earn their respect and trust." But what if the Ship finds someone who is better at what she needs than I am?" So ask her? She hears everything we say, anyway."Before Arlene could even form the thought, the Ship spoke in her mind, "I have made my decision. That decision will not.