He wanted to watch her face, her ears and her whiskers as her head rolled back and forth slowly.He wanted to watch her face, her ears and her whiskers as her head rolled back and forth slowly. His orgasm grew more apparent as it tickled the base of his cock and the base of his brain, and he kept his eyes opened and watched her a whimper escaped him and his orgasm wiped away any thought at all but that he loved her. Garth awoke to gritty eyes and bright sunlight streaming in from overhead. He wondered if Pendorians thought of natural-setting image technology as chic, or did they really enjoy waking up to having an unlicensed and uncontrolled fusion source blazing overhead twenty-four hours a day? Thirty hours, Garth reminded himself. Thirty long hours. It suddenly occurred to him that in Pendor's case the sun might not be entirely uncontrolled. After all, didn't they have a huge, potentially electromagnetic coil wrapped all the way around the star? They could do anything they wanted with that, including tame that star if they so felt. Garth felt oddly displaced; it was hard to imagine being here, even though "here" was only 6.38 light years from Earth. He smiled to himself as he crawled out of bed. "Only." Hah; if he had a telescope he could go back in time and look at what he was like back when he was just twelve. "Can you dim that?" he asked, pointing up at the ceiling. The AI didn't answer, and nothing happened. |