The room was simple, just one single bed, one cupboard and a writing desk with chair; but it was very neat and clean. She was standing in the middle o...f the room asking me to sit but I just stood there dumbfounded looking at that gorgeous face...the face that had avoided me all these days; the face that I had designed and redesigned in my mind. But this one was even more beautiful than what I had ever imagined. Eventually, I did sit down, her words almost imperceptible to my mind. She went in. The sun would soon be setting, and should hide his presence from any looking his way. Climbing the rise, he peeked over the top, staying as low as he could. At the top he spotted his target,and scented the air again. “Oh no, a Wolf!” he whispered to himself, did the Federation send out patrols to search for survivors? Coyote sniffed the air again, he could only detect this one, but something odd as well. Another scent he was very familiar with, something clicked in his mind, he couldn’t help. Clark came in, and gave me a hug and a big kiss. I thought I detected a slightly different flavor on her lips, but dismissed it as a wild imagination. She was wearing a short silky nighty and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, but I couldnt see enough to assertain whether she was wearing panties or not. As she moved around in the kitchen I found myself brushing up against her a lot, finally she said "SIT!" I sat down and watched as she doted around the kitchen, mixing batter , frying. Closing the door to her bedroom Gwen stepped over to her dresser, she pulled the top drawer and selected a pair of powder blue panties and a matching bra. After she put on her underwear pulled open another drawer and stared thoughtfully at the t-shirts available before she grinned and picked out a blue on blue shirt with a stylized cart face on the front, somehow it seemed appropriate now that she knew she was carrying another one of Ben's babies. Finally she chose a pair of white caprea pants.