. I don't know."Jax scrunched her mouth and moved it to the side, tilting her head; a look that showed she was thinking, or concerned. She crossed her... arms, slowly walking up to me. "Matt, what's wrong?"Fuck. I shook my head, normally now. "Nothing's wrong."She shook her head, sitting up next to me. "Matt, it's okay. You can tell me anything." She said, rubbing my arm. I felt a shock course through my arm wherever she touched me. This had to stop. "I know, Jax, I know. I appreciate that. But. " Mick Jones," he said, he quickly shook hands with me and his grip lingered on my hand then slowly went away. His eyes glanced over at the tops of my knees from the corners. My heart was pounding as I saw him looking at my legs. I was wearing a light pink floral mini summer dress and my long blonde hair tumbled over my shoulders. Half of me liked that fact that a sexy hitch hiker was looking at me but the other, was a bit afraid. "Oh, darn," I said angrily. "What's wrong?" Mick asked."Really. “Thanks, everybody. I was sure you would understand, but I just wanted to explain what was going on. Just letting you know we don’t usually take so long on your orders. It’s something the kitchen takes a lot of pride in.”“No problem, Mark,” Raymond again assured the slightly-nervous host. “Keep us in drink, and we can entertain ourselves.”“Excellent idea,” Mr. Bohanon said and looked up at the table’s server. “Vanessa, the drinks are on the house for this group here.” He clapped his hands and. I am not an artificial intelligence. I am the spokesperson for my race.”“Oh!”, was all I could think of to say.“As you surmise, there is no magic switch we can throw to dissolve your governments, but with our ability to totally disarm all existing governments and the fact that we outnumber you 3:1 gives us the power to replace your corrupt governments at will. We have done so. Our telepathic abilities allow us to anticipate any thoughts of retaliation. If our race were not entirely altruistic,.