Gently he started to wash me, first my hair, massaging the scalp, rubbing the shampoo in. The smell of wet dog, and the other smell, intensified. Turn...ing my head towards him, I sniffed. Yes, it was his smell. His hands were all over my body now. Shoulders, arms, back on my back, down the legs. All the time I held my head high, while the water was running from my hair.“That's a good girl”, his deep voice was soothing, like his hands. What did it matter, that I was his property, his pet, his...I. .. you’re getting a new furnace...”“Get up, lazy bones!” yipped Constance, whipping the covers off of Bobby. She stopped, staring at his morning boner. She told herself she should have known he’d sleep naked. She’d forgotten what he looked like too. She backed up as he raised his head and squinted at her.“It’s tomorrow you’re supposed to be here,” he groaned. “Not today.”She ignored his nakedness. “No it’s not. You said today and we’re here, so get your lazy butt out of bed and teach me to. Remote controls became excruciatingly phallic and had me wondering what all those little plastic knobs would feel like, bumping in and out of my hole. I’d pressed my arse against the washing machine during the spin cycle until the vibration nearly made me scream and had experienced a fervent desire to be reincarnated as a stamp when I happened to see Cybele licking one. It was when I’d almost caved and done the unthinkable, nearly lost all trace of lucidity and been gagging to beg Cybele to. The leadership of the IFC completed selection of the U.S. Wellstone's five man crew last month. The men were chosen for their expertise, bravery, and records of accomplishment. The U.S. Wellstone was scheduled to depart for deep space in a week.PART ONE- FIRST CONTACTJim Mclain sat in the captain's chair on the bridge of the U.S. Wellstone and gazed at the large view screen. The starship had just pulled out of hyperspace and he could hear the engine whirl as the ship's motion dramatically.