She knew it was Steve. She felt him cross the room and stand next to her bed. She could sense his eyes looking at her in the dim light. Cindy remained... still. She tried to feign sleep even though her heart was racing.Steve looked down at his mother. She was so beautiful. Her jet-black hair was splayed wildly on her pillow. It accentuated her lovely, ivory colored face. Her ruby lips were slightly parted. Steve couldn’t help himself. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down and kissed her.Cindy. The longer they lived, the larger they got, and the darker their complexion became. This individual was sheathed in a layer of hard, thick scutes and overlapping scales like medieval armor, a dark green in color that faded to a lighter beige on his leathery underbelly. His long, oar-like tail dragged along the carpet behind him, his many-toed feet slapping on the floor with each lumbering step.Unlike the other Krell that Jules had seen around the station, he was more elaborately dressed. He. Jack noticed her skirt had ridden on her thighs but not quite far enough for him to tell if she was wearing panties this time or not."I'm sure you remember your last visit with us but today I have something different on the agenda, if you would care to volunteer," Mei told him."Sure! What do you have in mind?" Jack asked."Some of our female clients dislike artificial insemination and prefer instead the natural method. In order to serve these clients we have create a special program to meet. I looked around to figure outwhat had happened, and why I had only woken up then. And then I noticed ahandwritten note, in Roger's handwriting, on the pillow beside me."Good morning!I hope you had pleasant dreams!I found you all crumpled up on my floor, when I got up to use the bathroomin the middle of the night. So I picked you up and put you in my bed. Islept beside you, but don't worry, I didn't touch you inappropriately.I have no idea how much you want to sleep, or when you want to wake up..