“Brian. Brian. I don’t want you to look after me,” Emily said, unsteadily crawling closer towards him on the sofa. “I want you to look at me.�...��“I’m… uh, I am—I’m lookin’ right at you,” he said slowly.Is he… Emily wondered, blinking rapidly. Nervous? Does he like me after all? Maybe?“Wh-what do you see?” She asked.“Emily…” Brian quirked his head, giving her an amused look. “Are you fishing for compliments?”“Why, is that what you see?” She laughed, her voice slightly slurring. “Compliments? I. There was nothing else. There was no morality, no relationships there was only need, desire, fulfillment and lust. There was only that moment and I was fully in it! Before I knew what was happening she was sinking through my arms to the floor. Her brown eyes looked up at me with an odd blend of innocence and knowledge that fanned my need into a blaze. Then she was opening the front of my pants and pulling them down to my knees. Her fingers pulled the waistband of my underwear down and then. She had a bottle of wine opened, which is not usual with our meals and I pointed to it and asked:"What's the special occasion?" You seemed a little out of sorts today. I thought the wine might mellow you out a bit and then I could take advantage of you. I want your body." Why on Earth," I said, with emphasis on the right words, "would you want my body?"The implication in my tone was, "Given all you got last night why would you want me right now?"I saw her look into my face and in her eyes I. Once he had the box open, he added some of the iron ore he had found in the cave and kept his fingers crossed as he prepared to make his next request. He had thought about this quite a bit and dredged his memories to come up with something that would help him hunt successfully.He knew there was some kind of size limit on what the replicator could produce, so he'd had to scale back his thinking. Weapons were not common on Woden, as there was no such thing as warfare anymore in their society. For.