“Go on home now and deal with whatever it is.”
“Yes, Sir.” Pamela was able to catch the bus home an hour earlier than usual. She glanced down and saw wet lines left behind. They usually had a pleasant time sharing that chore. The thick protrusion sank deeper. They were translucent however and piled together, they looked like they had belonged to the sectoid. “Come out and play, you nice big bug. Pamela heard herself coo when the tongue lashed her other nipple, causing the same jolt of discomfort. This allowed the sectoid to straddle her belly, its forelegs stopping astride below her tits. Adeline’s hand indicated a gap of about an inch. The sectoid flew over the bed and landed on the side farthest from the entrance. Perhaps I should order another sequence of anti-biotics, unless you’re comfortable monitoring your daughter’s status.”
“I’m comfortable with that, Ma-am.”
They left the clinic with a full tube of ointment and a medical bill with way too many digits. Backing away from the laundry basket, Pamela called behind her. I found it. I’m sorry I yelled out.”
“It’s okay, Momma.” Adeline said plainly.
