Opening the door revealed Susan bent over combing out her hair. Her long beautiful legs were spread about shoulder width apart and the robe she was we...aring was unable to cover her perfect ass at the top of her thighs. “Good Morning” She said still bent over combing out her hair “Morning Lover” “Is that for me?” “Huh?” Mark was confused at first and realized the bulge in his shorts was now quite noticeable. “Maybe” Mark moved behind Susan and slid his hands between her. ‘Happy, if we weren’t in a hospital I’d shout with joy. Cheyenne this is the best news ever. Are you happy about this?’ I looked at her trying to read her expression. ‘Yes, oh yes, Jordan. I suddenly feel like I’ve been put on earth to be this baby’s mother.’ Cheyenne’s face was radiating happiness as we walked from the hospital. The worried driver was still standing beside the car. ‘Oh, thank goodness you’re ok, Mrs. Colt. We were so worried,’ the driver said. ‘Not to worry Raul, it was good. “Liz gets a lot of weird shit, Man,” Brian said, shaking his head. “People send her stuff in the mail and some fucked-up e-mails. Most of the stuff isn’t criminal. It’s just ... creepy. We track them. We try to take a picture of them to make sure that everyone knows if they show up at the concert or somewhere. That’s why I didn’t meet you in San Diego. I have been up here for the last two weeks tracking down nutcases.”I shook my head sadly.“I guess I’ll be part of the advance team, too,” I. Janson answered, "We are humans who have come to help you. My name is Bridget Janson. What is your name?" I am Junzie Alcolor. How is it that you can speak my language?" Junzie, please call me Bridget. We are not speaking your language. We have a device that communicates directly with your brain's speech center and translates that directly into signals that your brain can understand. To us, it sounds like you are speaking our language. Please tell us what happened to you and your people." Well,.