The Xunx looked exactly as in the school visuals. I remembered Mr. Walters, one of my Union school teachers describing Xunx to be a mixture between Ho...rnet and Praying mantis.I studied the Insectoid for a few moments and then asked.” What are those metallic strips all over its body, professor?He smiled. “You have a keen eye, Son. This is a titanium support skeleton, Xunx are true Insectoids and come from a low gravity world. No insect could reach such size in a standard grav world. It’s the. Desire. Hunger. You tilt your head back as I lean toward you. We kiss deeply, and warmth transmutes to heat on the softness of your lips and tongue. It *is* a dream, because such turns of moods only happen in dreams, but I don’t care. Your hand comes up to entwine in my hair, as my hands slide up your back to tangle in yours.You uncoil. You’ve been curled up on my lap, making yourself small. Now, without breaking the kiss you swing yourself around, until your back is against my chest. Your legs. Against his better judgement, he allowed his sixty-five year old brain to return to those years of the Trouble and he sifted through his eye-witness perspective to see if there were glaring holes in the reporting in the present-day newspapers. They had made a complete muck of the bombing in Brighton and he had little confidence that they would do any better with the 1972 "Bloody Sunday". He had been in a foul mood at that time because he was beginning to doubt the "rightness" of his assassin's. . they wanted you to have this...", said Chris with a wink. Pieter, who had been crying, managed to give him a smile. "Chris I need to talk to you in private...", Peet whispered caressing the leather Jacket."I may have brought this on myself...", he said softly. "Peet, dude, whatever you did or did not do does not matter. What they wanted to do to you was unheard of...", said Christopher reassuringly. "If you want to play with the boys... then go play with someone of your own age you can.