He wiped sweat from his forehead, and looked around.Doctors and nurses hovered around him, a concerned and surprised look etched on the majority of th...eir faces. His mind began clearing slowly, and he came to realize that he must be in the infirmary of a Ghaleran base. The surfaces of the walls were way too smooth to be of Earth origin. He also realized that he was not in the same base that had he had been in before, from the coloration and markings on the ceiling. He had to be in one of. As soon as I was through the front door I began ripping off my top and unhooking my mini-skirt. I got a beach blanket from the shelf of the closet as I turned on the lights, and helped Jefferson move the coffee table out of the way so that we would have somewhere to play. I draped the blanket over the floor to keep us from making a mess with our fluids. Then I pulled off my panties and stood incandescently nude before all of the men in the room. I knew I had to establish my command of the. I was named after my Mother, the first Elizabeth Hall. I just called her Mom. We helped differentiate the two of us by referring to Mom as Beth and me as Liz. Mom was awesome. She was smart, witty and a loving mother. Her love was archeology, history and horrible English comedy. She had graduated with honors from the Naval Academy, drove around big warships for awhile, got out, got her Masters in archeology and started travelling the world digging up the past. She met my father on a dig. He wedged the foam mat partially under one short end of them like a makeshift community pillow. Draga eyed it skeptically. ‘Um. That’s still a little small for four people, isn’t it?’ she inquired. ‘Yes,’ Leer answered. He still stood, having not yet even removed his pack. He gave the impression of certain animals. The way he stood. The lack of expression on his face. Like something predatory, not straining to hear or see, but infinitely receptive and aware of what was there to be noticed..