”“I admit, I have thought about laying an egg in one of your holes. In both your holes, actually.” Cacatata was rubbing her tentacle across her ...own slit now, poking at it a bit.“Could you do that?” I asked.“I don’t know,” she breathed. “Also, I’m excited by your arms and hands. When you’ve touched me, or especially when you hug me in your arms, I can’t help but think about your fingers or perhaps your whole hand penetrating into my slit and making me feel very full and mated in there.”I moved. And you really should put a robe on, Mira."He said that last as she pushed the laboratory door open. Max obligingly turned on the lights, forcing her to squint a moment. Below, the floor was the same black-and-brass. The rest of the laboratory foyer was sleek and squeaky-clean, as it should be, glossy faux mahogany shelves and desk-high work surfaces, the holographic display running the evolution simulator as she'd set it to. Stick-and-ball models of phages grew, folded and re-folded in midair.. Olivia was born in July, and the next month our street had a block party. Police closed off our block and all the residents came out with potluck casseroles and chips. I was into my third beer when Tara emerged from their house and sat on the curb beside me, with little baby on her knee. I was surprised how quickly she was getting her body back into shape after giving birth. I introduced myself formally, and Taras warm charm took over. Her voice was scratchy and husky, almost smoky. She spoke. I nodded to Andrea and she brought us closer to the terminal area. She began to shut down our engines. I released the ramp controls and saw the telltale that the ramp was being lowered. Moments later, I heard the Humvee crank and leave the cargo area. The ramp was partially raised. I knew people with scoped rifles were watching from that point. I watched the Humvee run around the airport.Mom Janice came on over the radio. "Charlie, we're going to inspect the near terminal. Do you copy?" Yes,.