Cindy and John come to dinner often, bringing their new baby, Jane, but they never come near us on Friday nights. At least she does not refuse to meet... us. Apart from Friday nights we are just a normal, loving, happy family, albeit a larger family than we were five years ago. Soon after Angie and Harriet started their final year of school, Harriet turned up at our place one night weeping copiously. Her mother had somehow discovered something about Harriets promiscuity and there had been an awful. The people didn't use blankets either, a combination of the controlled environment, and superb engineering of the entire tribe, and she simply curled up on the soft platform, lying on her side with her tail behind her, along the line of her spine, and curled over her shoulder. The tip rested comfortably between her breasts. Within a minute she was sound asleep, and the next hour drifted by without her noticing.Eventually, other members of the tribe drifted into the Nest, either before or after. "Bob was startled by the question but managed to respond, "Well, yeah, I'm sure he does." And you?" Huh," Bob replied, not sure he had heard correctly."Do you want to kiss me, too," Sandy patiently and clearly asked."But I'm your brother ... er cousin ... er whatever," Bob stammered, "I'm not supposed to want to kiss you ... at least not the way I think you mean." But would you anyway," Sandy asked again.Bob wasn't sure how he was expected to answer. He evaded with, "But, what about. The way that Raul and Barbara treated their kids was a revelation. She had no idea that a parent could be anything other than an inflictor or pain or humiliation. She basked in their attention and instinctive nurturing when she was in their homes.They in turn were all charmed by her seeming child-like innocence and gratitude for any kindness. They tried to help her improve the horrible self image inflicted on her by years of psychological abuse at the hands of her parents.One of the first.