

Stellar Proportions

By

Jeanette Lynn

Smashwords Edition

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Stellar Proportions

Copyright 2013 by

Jeanette Lynn

Smashwords Edition,

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Warning:

This book contains material intended for mature audiences.

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A little side note:

When I wrote this story, I was thinking along the lines of-What if humans and aliens sort of integrated, meshed, you know? Became one big melting pot. A fun mish mash of otherworldly and earth. Bringing the quirky fun things of earth to other galaxies and vice versa, eventually mixing and meshing it all up, truly making a lot of things 'universal'.

So, that's how this idea was born. I read the reviews and I just wanted to clear that up a bit. I see how that could be misinterpreted.

I intentionally put references to pop culture in the book. I wasn't going for a real 'alien' feel with this one.

If that's the kind of book you're looking for, then this series might not be for you.

Nothing against those kinds of books, I'm a total sci fi nut and a trekkie at heart- too the embarrassment of my younger siblings. Heh. Heh.

I wrote this as a light hearted, fun romp, with quirky, blue alien men that are silly more than anything.

I'm a silly goose and have this funny notion that like a lot of good, kooky or crazy things in life, some things just never die.

Like the eighties (snickers thoughtfully, stifling a grin).

Yep, if you've read some of my books, you may have noticed I love the eighties. The fun bits, anyways.

The music, some of the funnier fashion choices... Yep. Awesome! Love it!

So, there you have it, folks. In a nut shell, I'm crazy and I have no idea what I'm rambling about.

No, really, though, I hope you enjoy the book and happy reading!!!!

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Table Of Contents

Spaceport Cafe

The Wedding

We're not going to cake this

Weddings, cakes and big mistakes

Oh, brother, where art thhh... Ow!

Click, Click, Whom

Can I have your attention please

A delicate bouquet

Mother knows best?

Stick a fork in me, I'm done

One Month Later

Oh, fudge! I mean, Pudge!

Hasta la vista, Jayleebean

Oy vey

Abracadabra, ya wee lassie

Water Mollywogged

Mr. Man, um, ers

Ladies first

Baby, I'm stuck on you

So, I'm a little possessive, so what?

Something borrowed... something blue

Something Old, Something New

Time to come clean

And this little piggy had none

Easy to please

Shake ya groove thang

Whoa, baby

Epilogue

About the author

Books by Jeanette Lynn

Books by Jeanette Lynn

Cosmic Soul Mates Series

Stellar Proportions

Book 1

Out Of This Orbit

Book 2

On Her Axis

Book 3

(m/f/m) (no m/m)

Cosmic Book 4

Coming soon

The Brides of Mordenne Series

A Mate To Match

Book 1

In Her Eyes

Book 2

Other Books By Jeanette Lynn

Just Her Luck

Reader advisory, contains (m/f/m)

(no m/m)

Of Another Dimension

Reader advisory, contains (m/f/m)

(no m/m)

The Bridal Hunt

Reader advisory, contains (m/f/m)

(no m/m)

Jingle Belled And Mistletoed

When She Least Expected It

(William Gerald's story from Jingle Belled And Mistletoed)

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Spaceport Cafe

Molilah

It was a trap! I should have known the second he said, 'Lunch is on me'.

Buy a gal lunch at her favorite spaceport food joint, reminisce a little, then 'wham'! He hits you with it. That oh, so, teeny tiny little favor the size of an asteroid.

"No, no, no. Not gonna happen, no way, no how. Dude, you couldn't even pay me."

"Awwww, come on, Mol, don't be silly. Besides, it won't be that bad."

I scoffed and took a sip of my soda.

"Oh, really? Then why don't you get one of your space bunnies to go with you? I'm sure one of them is just dying to take you up on the offer."

I chuckled inwardly, watching him cringe.

I know exactly why he wouldn't ask one of the chick a dees that hung around the spaceport.

Once one of them caught wind of how his family is, they'd go running and screaming for the nearest shuttle cab out. Then the gossip would spread like wildfire and the poor Rellian would be avoided like the plague.

"You know exactly why I wouldn't, or should I say couldn't, ask one of them. I would like to get some every so often, ya know. They'd think I'm as crazy as they are."

"Oh, I don't know... they weren't too hard on the last one you brought."

Heh. Heh.

Jaye choked on his drink, scowled fiercely and gave me the stink eye.

He leaned forward in the booth and planted his elbows on the table, as if to intimidate me.

We both know it won't work, I'm immune.

"She ran from the room like she was on fire, covered from head to toe in some unidentifiable pink goop, mumbling something about 'satanic blue bitches', needing Jesus, and how she 'should have listened to her mother'!"

I couldn't help the snorted laugh that burst from me or the half contained smirk. I tried, valiantly, to cover it up, but it was useless.

Then, to make things worse, I giggled and snorted again.

Not very lady like of me, but who ever said I'm a 'lady'.

"The 'pink goop' was Auntie Nona's grevnel fruit jelly salad," I looked at him sheepishly and cleared my throat, "and I really wasn't going to set her on fire. Heh. Heh. It was a, uhhh, joke?"

"MOl! You didn't?!"

He smacked the table hard with his mitt of a fist.

The yellow Amarillan next to us jumped up, all six of his eyes bugging out of their eye stalks as he skittered away.

Geesh!

What a weenie.

It's not like he was actually going to do anything. I mean, Jaye can be a big ol' drama bear sometimes, and he's built like a giant, blue brick shit house, but he isn't the violent type.

I mean, at least not that I've ever seen and we've known each other forever. Oh, yeah, and I've pissed him off tons of times and he's never laid a hand on me.

"Hey! Hey!" I said in my defense, "The hot air balloon had it coming, okay." I ticked my points off on the fingers of my left hand "...She criticized evvveeerrryyyything," I had to draw the word out, just for effect, "from the food to the décor, she hit on anything with at least one penis, kept asking if you were 'loaded', and she called me your 'cute, FAT, little friend'! I am not fat, I'm 'pleasantly plump'...and I have a name, damn it!"

I looked at him indignantly.

"I had to put her in her place. Obviously, her place was in a shuttle cab, looking like a slicked up giant pink..."

"Wait! Nope, don't finish that sentence, I don't even want to know what your twisted little mind was going to say." He paused a moment, as if in thought, then said, "I plan on eating later."

"I had nothing to do with all the other stuff though." I motioned with my drink towards him, "The pink jelly, the glue in the seat, the elderly female stripper..."

Jaye cocked one perfectly sculpted blue brow and opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but I cut him off.

"Hey, I had no idea her grandma was an exotic dancer," I said defensively, putting my hands up. "I mean, who knew an eighty five year old could move like that...or that they had services that provided, uh, that. And the 'blue devil' comment obviously wasn't directed at me."

I stuck my thumb at myself as I said this and smiled at him, pleased with myself.

"Well, are you gonna help me out or not?"

He tilted his head slightly to the side and gave me the most pathetic look he could manage. Which is kind of hard to do when you look like a giant, buffed up, blue body builder, with sharp canines and pointy ears.

Somehow, he still managed to look plenty pathetic as he gazed at me from across the banged up little table.

"You know I can't go by myself, I need a shield. Be my bodyguard, Mol.... I won't ask you for anything ever again, swear." He crossed his heart over his chest and held his hand up, like he was taking an oath or something.

I groaned and put my face in my hands. I peeked at him from between my fingers.

"How do you know it will even work? I mean, I could go and they could bug you anyways?"

"They won't," he said confidently.

"But your family knows me," I waved my hand around at myself, then motioned at him, "Knows us," I said.

He smirked and then full out grinned.

"Exactly, and if my cousins have gossiped half as much as I think they do, then the tales they've told about you and Neyenn should be enough to keep their friends at bay. Even the desperate ones."

He leaned back in the booth seat, threaded his fingers behind his head and held them there.

He looked, for all the world, like he'd just found the holy grail- the bastard.

He looked so smug, I was tempted to slap him- just a little- just enough to wipe that stupid look off his face.

He knew he had a point and he knew I was caving.

Anyone who had heard about me and Jaye's brother, and our immense dislike of each other, steered clear of us at huge events, or when we were within close proximity of one another.

They probably didn't want to end up like Uncle Senne... bald with no eyebrows. How was I supposed to know he was going to borrow Neyenn's shampoo?

His eyebrows did grow back...eventually.

Then there was my cousin, Breckyn. Poor guy ended up with his hand super-glued to his 'love bits'.

What Neyenn had thought I would do with the lotion, when he switched it out for the glue/lotion concoction, I will never know, and I don't want to know.

I like to pretend he just assumed I would use it on my legs and get my hand stuck, ha ha.

I shudder to think what else he might have thought.

I shuddered, for real, just thinking about it.

It's not like I haven't tried to get along with Neyenn. It just never works.

We have never gotten along and I mean never.

Our pranks on each other have gotten a little out of hand, at times, you could say.

But it's not like I started it or anything.

Not usually...

Ok! Ok! There was that one time in high school...

But he deserved it!

Well... he would have, at any rate, if I had given him the chance to do something first.

"I hate weddings," I grumbled.

I was starting to back slide on my 'no way, no how' speech and he knew it. I wouldn't do this for him if he wasn't my best friend.

I avoid weddings at all costs.

Who wants to sit there and have their mother push any and every available male at you, listing your 'good qualities', like you're a mammal up for auction? "Quick, folks, while she's still fertile! Look at them birthing hips! More cushion for the pushin', I always say!"

I could just picture it now.

I shuddered at the mental image.

No, thanks.

It doesn't help that my family and Jaye's are really close. It means Mom has a partner in crime, Jaye's mom, Muna.

When those two get together, run for the hills.

"Is my mom gonna be there?" I asked.

"Nope," said Jaye, blasting me with his disgustingly straight teeth in a perfect smile.

I sighed dramatically.

It was such a pity to have all that oozing sexiness in a man and not enjoy it. Some things were just never meant to be though.

Our relationship is firmly on the 'friends' shelf. He's like my other butt cheek. We make a set, he and I, in a strictly platonic sense. I couldn't and wouldn't ever feel all tingly about him.

Couldn't he have had the decency to develop at least one snaggle tooth, or a lazy eye, a third eye, one arm bigger than the other, something? But no, he was physically just too... symmetrical.

If we were on 'Earth I', the planet my parents met on, he would have stuck out like a giant blue thumb. But this was 'quadrant four' and we were in the 'frontier' sector of the galaxy, anything abnormal can pass for normal here. It's the biggest melting pot of life forms in the galaxy.

It's common to see 'beings' from every walk of life here, mingling, trading, just living.

"Alright, I'll go. But!" I said, holding up my hand in a 'halt' motion, "If anyone tries to 'hook me up'" I said, making air quotes with my fingers, "with one of their 'friends'," Big emphasis on the air quotes with the word 'friends', "I'm outta there. Got it?"

"Got it," he said solemnly.

The Wedding

I should have known better.

If I could kick myself in the rump in these ridiculous heels, without puncturing a butt cheek, I would.

Who wears these things all the time anyways? Torture devices, they are.

My ankles are going to be killing me for a while after this.

I should have snuck my sneakers into my purse, they would have fit in there too! But Jaye rushed me out the door.

He was going on and on about how, if we're late, he'll never hear the end of it and his cousin, Tawn, will never forgive him.

He might have mumbled something about Auntie Nona threatening to castrate him with a rusty spoon, if he was late to her only daughter's wedding.

If I had to guess, the latter comment was the true motivator.

You don't cross Auntie Nona and come out unscathed.

So, anyways, here I am, in what equates to taffeta, silk, and chiffon hell, waiting in the 'never ending' buffet line, to stuff my face with whatever the bride and groom had decided was 'wedding faire'. I hope they have a lot of choices for the 'more human' guests at the wedding.

I still haven't figured out what the milky white Globbrens eat and I'm afraid to ask. They look like a short, squat, slimy version of milky white flan sliding around.

They have a slit their voice emits from, that could pass for a mouth, and two beady little eyes. The ones I've met were pretty nice, but you have to be careful when meeting different species.

One never knows if they are inviting you out to eat or to eat.

Oooh, they have those Rellian cakes Muna makes. They must have bribed her into making them.

My mouth was watering as I moved my hand over to the platter. There were only two left and they were all mine!

Mwahhahaha!

Those cakes require maniacal laughter. Believe me, if you had tasted Muna's Rellian cakes, you'd know what I mean.

They were rich, had a chocolate filling and they had my name written all over them.

I grabbed my 'loot' and made my way towards the next platter, cake in tow.

Out of nowhere, a big blue paw nabs my cakes up before I can save them. Of course, it was the one being who could only be deemed as 'the bane of my existence'.

I swung around quickly, in hopes of saving my savory treats, but the big blue bastard stuffed them both in his mouth before I could do anything.

"These are awesome," the blue ass said through a mouthful of cake. He smacked his lips and rubbed his stomach in a circular motion, making stupid 'mmm mmm' noises.

I stood there, mouth agape, my eyes swiveling in disbelief between my now empty plate and his smarmy face.

I didn't know what I wanted to do more, scream at him or burst into tears.

"You know," he said in between licking the excess cake off his fingers. "Those were the best cakes I've had yet! Mama went all out this time."

"I wouldn't know," I gritted out through clenched teeth, my eyes narrowed at him, "A big blue idiot stole mine!"

"Really?" he asked innocently enough, his eyebrows winging upward in a thoughtful expression. "Huh, I didn't know Jaye was here."

I raised my eyebrow at that and waited, my fingers tapping the bottom of my plate impatiently.

He grinned full out and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well, you did say 'big blue idiot' and the only one I know is Jaye."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Jaye," I rushed in, defending my best friend, "Is not an idiot and any idiotic tendencies he may have developed," I grumbled, then sniffed disdainfully in his direction, "obviously, came from you."

I smiled smugly at him and sashayed to the next table.

I added a little 'pep to my step' as I went, so he didn't know how much his cake snatching ways made me want to whack him.

We're not going to Cake this!

'Cake-less in Newmenland', that's what I would call myself right now. 'Cake-less', for obvious reasons and 'Newmenland', because that's where we are, in Newmenland city, at the Newmenland hotel.

I took my 'cake-less' bounty to the table, settling in for a grub fest.

I settled into my seat and glanced around. I have no idea who else is supposed to be sitting here and I'm not curious enough to go around reading all the little nameplates, to figure it out, so I have contended myself to waiting and seeing.

I hadn't even gotten two bites of my Newmenland crab salad yet, (their specialty, no one makes crab salad like Newmenland), when Jaye plops unceremoniously down into the chair next to me, pushing at the balloon someone tied to the chair.

He proceeds to cross his arms over his chest, making the muscles bulge as if on display.

The big lug jutted his lower lip out and slumped down into his chair, like a toddler who was just told he 'couldn't go outside to play today'.

"I don't know why you're pouting," I muttered, "You didn't just watch as someone ate your chocolate filled orgasm and then licked it off his stupid, fat, blue fingers."

I looked down at my plate when I realized I was clenching my fork in my hand.

Apparently, I was absently massacring my crab salad and all the other yummy treats on my plate.

It looked like a colorful mishmash now.

Something the 'toothless' would be proud to call 'dinner'.

Oh, well, I wasn't really all that hungry anyways.

Jaye perked up at the words 'chocolate' and 'orgasm'.

"What kinda foods have you been eating, my dear?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at me.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess you didn't catch the part about me watching the blue toned gorilla eating it, instead of me, huh?"

Jaye adopted a thoughtful expression and then looked at me.

"Nope, sorry, ma'am, didn't catch that part. So.... blue balls, gotcha again, did he?" he asked, arching an inquiring brow in my direction.

I scowled at him and hoped it singed said brow off.

"What do you think, detective?"

"Oh, well... then I guess you'll love me forever... when I give you this!" he said with a smile and a flourish as he pulled two Rellian cakes out of a small container in his coat pocket.

"Whoo hoo!" I shouted and jumped out of my chair to give him a big ol' kiss on the cheek.

Jaye turned at the last moment and our lips touched.

It lasted about a second and I don't know who was more stunned, Jaye or me.

Then I recovered and glanced behind Jaye as a movement caught my eye.

It looks like Neyenn took the cake on surprised, though.

He was standing there, just behind Jaye, slack jawed, eyeing us like we'd lost our minds.

Neyenn's face turned a lovely shade of purple and he slowly walked the rest of the way to us and sat down.

He eyed us both and then turned slightly, so he was just facing Jaye.

He looked at him meaningfully.

"I didn't just see what I think I thought I saw, did I, little brother? That wasn't what I think I thought it was, right?" he said with a strained expression.

At least, it looked strained, from what I could gleam from his side profile.

I scoffed at him for a moment, offended that he would think wanting me was such an undesirable thing, and then an idea took root.

Hmmmm.

"Oh, it was exactly what you think you thought you saw, blue balls," I said sweetly, running my hand slowly down Jaye's arm.

I let my fingers trail lazily down his ribs and under the table.

Neyenn had no idea I wasn't really doing anything under there, but he didn't need to know that.

"Got a problem with it?" I asked with as innocent an expression as I could muster.

Neyenn jerked and looked at me, a scowl on his face. His skin turned an even more interesting shade on the spectrum.

It was like the poor Rellian had turned fuchsia.

Jaye acted like he was wiping his lips on his napkin to hide his laughter.

Then, because he was getting down right hysterical, he turned it into a fake coughing fit.

I patted his back gently in a soothing, circular motion.

I pasted a worried expression on my face, my brows furrowing as I slid my water glass towards him.

"You okay, baby? Down the wrong tube?"

His body started jerking, like he was having a seizure and I knew he was guffawing into the napkin.

Neyenn just stared at us, face still fuchsia.

Except, now, all the veins were sticking out in his neck and forehead.

Wow.

Who knew your face could look like that?

He made a strangled choking sound and started spluttering, like he was trying to say something and just couldn't spit it out.

Just when I thought our ruse would be had, Muna came to the rescue.

"Oh, Mol, dear, have you seen Jaye?" she asked, looking around, "There's someone I'm just dying for him to meet!" she gushed and started peering around me, as if he was hiding behind me.

Neyenn had made a hasty retreat as soon as he'd spotted his mother approaching the table and Jaye had somehow pulled a 'Houdini'.

"Uh, sorry. No, Mrs. H., haven't seen him." I smiled.

"Well, okay," she sighed.

"Hun?" she asked after a moment and I looked at her expectantly. "If you do see my wayward son, could you tell him his Mama's looking for him, hmm?"

I saluted her and smiled cheekily.

"Yes, Ma'am, can do."

She snorted and waved a hand at me as she walked away.

I picked up my drink, took a sip and glanced around the room, taking it all in.

It looked like somebody went a little overboard on the décor.

I blame Auntie Nona.

The woman has absolutely no fashion sense at all.

Nona once paired up puke green petal pushers with a baby pink ruffle trimmed top and to top it all off, a bright orange poncho.

Yeah... that combo couldn't look good on anyone, but even worse for someone with blue skin.

She'd looked like someone had 'tasted the rainbow' and then puked it up in her general direction.

As far as the wedding décor went, I would have drawn the line when someone decided on sexually explicit ice sculptures.

I mean, one of them looked as if he was peeing into the champagne glasses...

At least the color of the champagne matched the color of the man's natural flow, right?

...It was a little off putting...And some of the positions the statues were in... I really can't tell if they are even physically possible.

I tilted my head to the side, as if to get a better look at the angle they were positioned in.

I was distracted from my rather disturbing thoughts by a slight feeling on my left leg. It almost felt like something was crawling on me.

I shook my foot and crossed my legs, hoping it was just an itch or something.

There it was again.

A weird tickling like sensation.

Oh, my god!

If it's a big hairy spider, I know I'm going to make a fool out of myself. I can't stand spiders, they give me the heebie jeebies.

I was starting to get antsy about it.

I was seconds away from jumping up from the table and doing my own version of the 'pee pee' dance, when Jaye's cousin, Tawn, came up to the table.

She was escorted by her very pink colored husband, Ponne.

Ponne wasn't pink, as in human flesh pink...Ponne was pink 'pink', like the crayon.

He's a Cardanian. A seven foot, heavily muscled, six fingered, four armed, two legged being. He has no body hair and a large Mohawk like ridge along the top of his head that runs down the length of his spine.

"Hey, Pinkysaurus!" I told Ponne. "How's my favorite Cardanian dude today?"

Tawn threw her head back and laughed and then elbowed Ponne in his side.

Ponne just shook his head at us.

He smiled down adoringly at his much shorter other half. He pulled her into the crook of his arm, snuggling her a little closer for a cuddle.

Tawn gazed back at him with the same besotted expression.

They looked so happy, it made me want to puke.

It made me want to tell them to 'get a room'. And, if I'm being totally honest with myself, it made me a little envious, made me want that too.

The looks, the love, the cuddling. Everyone needs a good cuddle every now and again, right?

"Pinkysaurus, huh? I'm going to have to remember that one."

She looked up at Ponne again and then turned back to grin at me.

"You're such a goof, Mol, I love it." She gave me that big Tawn smile. The one only she could possess.

She's always so happy and bubbly, I swear she craps rainbows.

Her grin developed a mischievous tilt to it.

"Don't ever change, mollywog."

I groaned and then gave her the 'look'.

"I can still noogie you, you know. Bride or no bride." I glowered at her. "I hate that name," I muttered and Tawn laughed again.

Then she turned towards a puzzled Ponne and explained to him how Neyenn always came up with ridiculous nicknames for me throughout our childhood, to better mock me with.

'Mollywog' was born when our families were vacationing on Bermuda's Bowe (a planet known for its excellent weather and 'Earth I' like environment. A popular vacation destination) and he pushed me and Marty Fellman into a creek. Jaye and I turned fourteen that summer, Neyenn sixteen.

Neyenn had said he'd read somewhere that tadpoles turned into toads and he was just giving us a step in the right direction.

I had fallen into the more shallow area of the creek.

You know, the part where it's all muddy and smells awful. Yeah, that part of the creek.

I got him back, though.

I bid my time until the perfect opportunity presented itself, which ended up being the following summer.

I waited patiently until we went back to the same creek to camp again.

Jaye distracted his big brother while I switched out his sun block with tanning lotion.

We waited anxiously until he fell asleep and I wrote on his chest.

Jaye, of course, stood watch.

I used that one sun block they came out with a century or two ago. The one that doesn't wash off for two days, no matter what.

It's kind of expensive, but it was worth every penny.

Neyenn wasn't too happy when he'd realized his chest said, 'I have blue balls'.

If only he knew his back had said 'wanna see them?' Our mothers had thought it was best he didn't know about that little tidbit.

It was a wise decision on their part, considering how pissed off he'd been about the whole 'blue balls' thing.

Who knew an ice chest could be chucked that far?

Tawn chatted with me for a few more minutes, thanked me for coming, and then continued on to the next table, so they could make their rounds.

She practically floated from table to table, her new husband in tow.

Weddings, cakes and big mistakes

I sat at my table contentedly and ate one of my Rellian cakes in peace.

I'm happy to just sit back and watch other people doing their thing. I'm not a fan of being the center of attention.

I like to blend in and be the observer if and when the drama unfolds.

You wouldn't think so, with some of the fiascos that have gone down throughout the years, particularly Neyenn, the 'blue toned gorilla', related ones, but it's true.

I'm also not going to back down in an argument, especially when I'm right. Even if it means making a spectacle of myself.

There was that darn tickly sensation again. Almost as if something was crawling on my exposed skin or brushing by it.

I shivered and shifted again.

This time, I uncrossed my legs, tucked them under my chair and crossed them at the ankles.

There, that seemed to fix it.

Tawn's best friend, Mags, came walking up to my table.

She had a plate made up similarly to the one I'd made up earlier.

That is, before it became a mixed up geriatric concoction.

"Hey, molly olly oxen free. How goes it?" she greeted, then plopped her plate down on the table and bounced into the seat next to me.

"I heard there were Rellian cakes... but have yet to see one," she said sadly, sounding disheartened, then sighed.

I scooted my last cake toward her and nudged her.

"You don't have to thank me." I grinned as she fist pumped the air over her score. "Just name your first born after me and it's all good."

She stopped as she was about to fork up her first bite. She looked at me and then back at the cake, fork poised above her prize.

"Deal!" she said enthusiastically and we laughed. "But, if it's a 'he', I'm shortening it to 'Mo'."

I chuckled at that and listened as Mags filled me in on what she'd been up to since we'd last seen each other.

Mags was a human, like me. Her parents weren't from 'Earth I', like mine were, but came from a sister planet a couple of moon jumps over.

Where my hair was wavy, long and brown, Mags hair was red, mid length and if I had to guess, well... I would say her hair was confused.

The poor red mass didn't know whether it wanted to be stick straight or curly. When her hair was down and unstyled, it gave her a wild, untamed look.

Today, it seemed, she'd managed to tame the red mass into cute corkscrew curls that cascaded over her shoulders and part of the way down her back. To finish it off, she had side swept bangs.

Mags and Tawn had lived in the same solar system growing up. Whenever Tawn came over during school break to visit with Jaye's family, Tawn always brought Mags with her.

Those two were practically joined at the hip, a lot like me and Jaye were.

"So, have you scoped out the 'man candy' yet? Any promising, yummy prospects? I heard Ponne's brothers, Marre and Perre, are single." Mags waggled her eyebrows suggestively as she said it and I snorted at her and gave her a funny look.

"Yup, they sure are. Those two are looking for that one special little lady to make their every wish come true," I said meaningfully and waited a moment for what I had just said to sink in.

I'm guessing she didn't get it though.

She always came across as sweet and innocent in that aspect, but you never know.

She brightened up at that, exclaiming, "Wouldn't that be perfect though, Mol? Twins!"

Huh? Maybe she did get it? Who would have thought crazy beans little Magenta would be into that kind of thing- but, hey! To each their own. I say, 'Go, Mags!'

"I mean, we could totally double date and if it leads to something more, we could be sister in laws!" she said excitedly.

Oh, boy, guess she didn't.

I mentally kicked myself and prepared to burst her bubble.

Hhmm. What was that?

I cocked my head to the side and paused for a moment, listening intently. I could have sworn I heard what sounded like a muffled snicker.

I must be really tired, I thought to myself, now I'm hearing things.

"Uhm... Mags?"

"Hhhmmm," she hummed and I knew she was only half listening to me.

Mags had that faraway look on her face and her head was bobbing absently, back and forth, to the music they were playing.

It sounded like one of those pop songs my mom loves, from the nineteen eighties.

It was kinda catchy.

I unconsciously bopped my head along for a minute or two with the song and then remembered what I was supposed to be doing.

'Focus, Mol!' I scolded myself.

I clapped my hands in front of Mags' face to get her attention.

She popped up, startled and looked at me. Her eyes were wide and it looked as if I had her complete and utter attention now.

"Sorry," I said apologetically, "Thought I'd lost ya there for a moment."

"Well, what gives?" she said impatiently, "Spill it, Mol, I was day dreaming over here."

"Marre and Perre are looking for a woman to share for a mate. Those two, plus one woman, you know?" I blurted in a rush.

It all sounded like one big word.

"Oh," She paused for a moment and then, "Oooohhh," as understanding dawned on her.

"Scratch that. Not for me," she said and sing-songed the last part along to the beat of the music.

I laughed.

Darn it! There went that noise again.

I glanced around surreptitiously, hoping to pin point where the sound was emitting from.

I looked down and noticed what looked like the tip of a shoe peeking out from under the table.

I motioned silently at Mags, so she could see what I'd noticed. I put my finger to my lips in a 'shh' motion, pantomimed myself peeking under the table, and for her to keep talking.

Mags did a great job talking about nothing as I very slowly lifted up the bottom hem of the table cloth.

A very familiar, very dear, pair of blue finger tips caught my eye first.

That brat! So, that's where he ran off to.

Hhhmmm.

He thought he could hide out under there all night and live vicariously through my conversations, eh?

"Hey, Mags?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna tell you something..."I trailed off in a mock whisper.

"But you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay?" I motioned down under the table, and she grinned, comprehension lighting her face.

"K," she said.

"Not even Jaye. No one can know, alright?"

"Cross my heart," she swore in a terrible imitation of a southern belle.

"I think I'm in love with Neyenn."

Mags smacked her hand over her mouth, in a poor attempt to cover up her hoot of laughter at my proclamation.

Luckily, the exact moment her muffled hoot made an appearance, there was a loud 'thunk' and our table lifted with said 'thunk' and tilted precariously.

It tottered for a moment and then fell back down to its original position.

Jaye jumped out from his little 'hiding spot' and towered over me.

He pointed his finger at me accusingly, his mouth agape.

"How could you!?" he gasped.

His other hand slapped against his chest, where his heart was supposed to be, and he staggered back a little.

The overzealous Rellian leaned against the table behind him and took big heaving breaths, acting as if he had just run a marathon.

In all actuality, he reminded me of a big assed blue bellows.

And the academy award goes to......

"How...how," he said between gasps, "...how could YOU?!"

Mags was staring at Jaye as if she didn't know whether to applaud his performance or record it and put it on the internet.

She had that look, you know 'the look'. The look people get on their face when they know they're witnessing a hot mess.

"WAIT! There's only one reason you would ever 'magically' love Neyenn!" he exclaimed and narrowed his eyes at me.

"He seduced you, didn't he?!!" he growled indignantly, yelling the last part.

I started to tell him we were just messing with him, but the big, purple at this point, dunderhead cut me off when I started to explain.

"You two were playing 'hide the salami' weren't you?! I'll kill him!" he ranted, shoving his hands into his long powder blue hair, pulling it up and pulling his hands through it.

Add to that the wild look in his eyes and all he needed was a mustache to look like a blue Albert Einstein on crack.

"He showed you his blue iguanodon and you were putty in his dinner plate sized hands, weren't you?! I'll gut him, stuff him and kill him!!!"

He started pacing back and forth between our table and the one he'd been leaning on.

"Ok... maybe not in that order.... but you get the picture!" He raised his hand high on the last bit, his pointer finger extended in a 'here, here' type motion, as if to say, 'so, there'.

He started muttering to himself incoherently and I was thankful at that moment that I couldn't make out what he was saying.

"Wait! Whoa there, treasure troll! You got it all wrong! It was a joke! Just a joke. So, chill bill!"

He stopped mid pace and faced me again. His brows furrowed and he crossed the rest of the way to the chair next to me, on the opposite side of Mags.

He sat down, scooted the chair forward until our knees touched and then put my hands in his gently.

"You know you can tell me anything, don't you, Mol?" he asked and softly gave my hands a squeeze.

His voice was low and gentle as he said it, as if I might break.

Tears pricked at my eyes at the sentiment.

"Oh, you are such a dork," I laughed lightly.

"A wonderful, misguided, dramatic dork. But, yes, a dork, none the less. It was a joke, Jaye. Just a joke, for hiding under the table and eavesdropping. Seriously."

I smiled at him and the tension started to drain out of him. It was like watching a balloon deflate.

They made an announcement over the mic that they needed everyone to please come over to the stage area.

I gripped his cheeks in a bruising pinch and squeezed the crap out of them, shaking his head at the same time.

I released his cheeks and popped up out of my chair, backing up really quick. I blew him an air kiss and winked at him.

"Bestest friend ever, Jayeleebean!" I shouted as I ran off in the direction of the stage, arm in arm with Mags, giggling like loons the whole way.

Oh, brother, where art thhh... Ow!

Neyenn

"What was that all about?" I asked Jaye as I walked up to him.

I motioned towards Mol and Magenta as they skipped towards the stage, arm in arm, cackling like hyenas.

I shook my head in bafflement.

Those two chickies were odd ducks. I've never understood them and I don't think I'm about to be enlightened any time soon.

However, if something funny happened, at any of their expenses, I'm all for being in the 'know'.

I could use a good laugh right now, I thought irritably.

I pulled myself from my thoughts and glanced back at my baby brother.

Jaye's eyes were narrowed at me and he was glaring.

Little brother finally noticed I'd picked up on the 'stink eye' he was giving me and blanked his face.

Jaye then adopted a bored expression.

"Oh, nothing... nothing... nothing at all. There's nothing ya wanna tell me, is there, big brother?" Jaye asked, studying his hands as he answered my question from a few moments ago and asked one of his own.

"Is there nothing you've been, uh," cough, cough, "doing, that you think I should know? Or something... with something... or someone that you've been wanting to get off your chest?"

The intense look came back and he kept studying my face, as if he was looking for something in my expression.

Like my face held unspoken answers to his oddly phrased inquisition.

My blue eyebrows winged upward at that.

What the heck was Jaye getting at?

"You didn't set your drink down and walk away from it again, did you?"

"That was one time! Will you people never let me live it down?!" He flapped his arms in an exasperated motion.

What an idiot.

How are we related again?

"How was I supposed to know Nona spiked it with Rellian fire liquor? It's odorless and if you're not paying attention, you wouldn't even notice the taste!" he said defensively.

"Anyways, that's beside the point," he continued, waving his hand around, like he was fanning away a funny smell.

"Well? What is the point? Talking to you is like waiting for paint to dry. Spit. It. Out. Already!" I rumbled, cutting him off.

Talk about dramatic, the squidger sure knew how to annoy the piss out of me.

"Fine," Jaye clipped, coming up in front of me until we were practically chest to chest.

I think he was attempting to intimidate me....You never know with him.

The little weirdo could also be trying to compare our 'man boobs', for all I know.

Who could say when it comes to that blue overgrown 'pom pom'.

"Stay away from Molilah. You can't have her. Ever. So don't even think about it. Ever. Don't even consider considering thinking about it! Don't even think about thinking about considering to consider it! Alright! Just say, 'NO'!"

At that, Jaye spun around on his heel and stalked off towards the stage where everyone else was gathered.

I stood there, stunned for a moment, and then got my wits about me.

I shook my head in exasperation.

What has gotten into him?

I glanced around and walked over to where he'd been sitting earlier. I sniffed surreptitiously at the drinks at his table.

They smelled fine.

Obviously, no human liquor was being ingested.

Maybe I should have Mama check Auntie Nona to see if she has her flask on her? That or the blue 'Chia Pet' has finally lost his damn mind!

I made my way over to the knot of people and took a spot off to the side, but still in full view of all the action.

Don't want to miss the good stuff.

I licked my lips again, hoping to catch another taste of Mama's Rellian cakes.

I smiled, thinking about how I'd gotten said cakes.

I chuckled a little to myself.

She was just too easy to rile up. Mol was easy pickin's, if you asked me.

Speaking of Mol... where is the little midget?

Oh, there she is, doing an impromptu dance with Jaye.

It looked like the Hokey Pokey and the Macarena met the Chicken dance.

Wow.

Those two should never dance-ever- it was almost too painful to watch.

Almost.

But, like a shuttle wreck, I just couldn't look away.

I have to give them credit, though, those two could have fun at a stamp collecting convention.

I envied them their bond.

I don't know why Mol and I couldn't get along, we just didn't and still don't. She's like Jaye in a way, easy to pick on and quick to get riled.

They might as well have targets painted on their foreheads.

Auntie Nona came waddling over to the podium, tapping the mic to see that it was working.

Nona had outdone herself today.

A powder pink sun dress with huge bright yellow sunflowers on it and chunky, clear, platform wedge heels that had glittery straps crisscrossing at the top. That was her ensemble for the evening.

Where, in this galaxy, did she find crap like that? I mean, she was like a giant eye sore. Blue skin can only wear so many colors, but that was indecent on anyone.

As if that wasn't bad enough, she had her navy blue hair piled on top of her head, in some crazy 'do' that reminded me of a rat's nest.

Nona had started to fiddle with the mic, attempting to talk into it, but no sound was coming out.

I glanced back at Jaye and Mol.

Jaye had a rose stem in his mouth now and was doing some odd, jerky dance towards Mol and Mags. His hips thrust towards them with every forward motion as he advanced on them.

The girls were laughing hysterically, waving what looked like universal dollars at him.

I pulled out my phone and glanced around.

When I saw the coast was clear, I pointed it in their direction and pressed record.

I tried to adopt a casual stance as I recorded their antics.

I stood there for a few moments, studying them through the view on my screen.

Mags started to dance along next to Jaye and her impression of him had Jaye busting up laughing.

His rose dropped out of his mouth and skittered off to the side a little, by the crowd.

Mol went in search of the lost flower and I tracked her movements as she went, using the view on my phone as my method of espionage.

Mol found the wayward flower and bent suddenly at the waist to pick it up. Her heart shaped ass came into view on my screen as she did it.

Her dress was form fitting on her generously curvy frame and it accentuated just how lovely her bum really is. Now, it was made even more obvious when she bent over.

I drooled at that for about a minute and then realized what I was doing.

Wait.

NO, no, no, no.

Bad.

That's bad, bad, bad.

I pressed stop on the recorder, inadvertently freezing the picture of her very ripe rump and putting it on display even more.

Oh, my god! I've been infected or something!!

I smacked my forehead with my free hand, and felt around on my face.

Nope.

No fever.

Damn.

I started pushing up the sleeves of my dress shirt to see if I had suddenly developed a case of space pox or something.

Naw, still blue.

What is getting into me?

You know what?

I know what's going on. I've been spending way too much time by myself.

Yup, that's it, I need to get out more.

I mean, good grief, I'm checking out my brother's annoying best friend and known she devil.

Next thing you know, I'll be joining in on the impromptu mangled chicken dances and dressing like Auntie Nona.

Ack!

Click, Click, Whom

I was pulled out of my downward spiraling thoughts by someone unceremoniously snatching my phone out of my hand.

Oh, no!

Oh, man, kill me now!!

My mother gave me a stern look and propped her hands on her hips, the phone still in her hand.

"I thought Tawn said, 'no phones at the wedding'?"

If only I could reach my phone, somehow, and get the image of Mol's heinie off of there.

"You know? I can't remember..."

If all else fails, play dumb.

"Then you won't mind if I hold on to this until after the wedding, would you, 'Neye', honey?" she quipped.

She had that look on her face. The polite mask she uses in public places, when she wants you to know she's onto you, without scowling at you in public.

"I'll just turn it off, right now, and put it in my pocket, Mama."

I made a mad grab for my phone, but Mama is no ordinary mom, she's all knowing, or psychic, or something.

She deftly dodged my hands and hunched herself up and over my phone. She held it up to her face, so she could see what I had been up to.

Busted.

My mother looked up and then quickly glanced around, squashing my phone between her breasts, like she was somehow hiding the evidence of my 'self-treason'.

Erm, now I have to get a new phone.

Ack! Mom boobs.

I shuddered.

How else could this day get any worse?

Ogle Mol's ass, phone gets contaminated with motherly breast germs...

Now is the part where someone drops a piano on me.

I closed my eyes and waited.

And then I waited some more.

Hmm.

I squinted my eyes open a bit and glanced around.

My mother was apparently watching my entire internal self-flagellation, because she had an odd, thoughtful expression on her face.

Mama suddenly smiled, pulled out a hanky and wiped off my phone, then handed it back to me.

It couldn't be that easy, it never was with her.

I glanced at her and she put her hand on my back, giving me a gentle pat.

It was a 'there, there' pat.

"Now, don't you worry, honey, she'll come around. If I had known you wanted Mol, I would have tried to get you two going a long time ago."

I opened my mouth to explain, to contradict what she'd just said, or at the least make a distressed sound of some kind, anything!

But she just shook her head and steam rolled right over me.

"You don't have to explain a thing. It all makes sense now," she said, nodding her head in understanding.

"The ribbing, the pranks, the nicknames, it was all because you wanted her attention, for Molilah to notice you."

She clapped her hands and headed off into the crowd, turning around slightly at the last minute and saying over her shoulder, "If I had known then, what I know now, I might have had a grandchild, or two, by now."

Grandchildren!

My eyes attempted to bug out of their sockets.

I choked on my own saliva at her parting shot. I coughed and spluttered until I got myself back under control.

Can I have your attention please

Nona had apparently fixed the mic problem and was now directing everyone to form a perimeter around the stage, leaving the center empty.

Tawn and Ponne took their places on the stage.

Nona called for all the single men to come forward.

Jaye, me, and around thirty other men, stepped forward to enter the 'circle' Nona had previously had everyone form.

Marre and Perre were among us, jostling each other and laughing.

Apparently, Tawn wanted to uphold the 'Old Earth' tradition of tossing her bouquet to all the single ladies.

Ponne had conceded to her wish, under the condition that he got to do the garter toss.

Ponne knelt down in front of his bride, slowly sliding his lower arms up and under Tawn's dress to remove her garter.

His upper arms were holding her dress down, so no one, except the groom, got to see his bride's 'secrets'.

Mol hopped up on a chair and started cheering Ponne on, shouting obscene encouragement.

"Whoa, baby! Use your teeth, Pinkysaurus! Woo hoo!"

Tawn blushed lavender when Ponne grinned wolfishly and his head disappeared beneath her dress.

Tawn braced herself by pressing her hands on Ponne's broad shoulders, to keep herself upright.

I had to wonder for a second there, when Tawn tensed and covered her face with her hand, as if to hide herself... her other hand still braced on his back.

I couldn't help but think, please don't be doing lewd things to my cousin in front of me.

I promised myself I would give them another minute, maybe two, before I stormed the stage and gave him a knuckle sandwich.

It would be interesting to see who would win in a fight between the two of us. But, if need be, I'd find out.

This is my cousin we're talking about here and family comes first.

Cat calls abounded through the room and Ponne reappeared, looking very pleased with himself, a blue silk garter caught between his teeth.

He held up his prize in his hand, twirling it around on his index finger, for all to see, then proceeded to 'sling shot' the garter into the group of single men.

It sailed through the air and I watched its progress as it made its way into the melee.

It landed smack dab on my chest and I cupped my hand over it reflexively.

Huh, never done the garter toss before. Have to keep that in mind for future reference... if there ever is a need for future references.

The last woman I dated said, and I'm quoting here, "Good luck finding someone who will put up with your controlling, barbaric ways! You GIANT BLUE ASSHOLE!"

Really, though? How was I supposed to know the man she was smiling at and hugging with at her parent's house party was actually her cousin?!

It seemed like flirting to me and he only hung from the tree for like a minute... maybe twenty.

She blew the whole thing out of proportion, if you ask me.

He was perfectly fine, once they cut him down. Maybe a little dizzy, but whoop dee doo.

I didn't even get to swing at his upside down, swaying form like a piñata yet. I'd made a bat and everything with the branch I'd found in their backyard.

I rolled my eyes to myself at that.

So what? So, I'm a little possessive... I don't like to share.

I was drawn from my musings by an announcement for all the men to clear the floor for the bridal bouquet toss.

I went back to my original spot and placed the garter on my head like a sweat band.

After about a minute, I remembered where that garter had been for most of the night and quickly yanked it off my head.

I love my cousin, don't get me wrong...but yeah...no.

I decided to place it on my bicep over my shirt sleeve instead, like an arm band.

That would work, right?

I examined my strategically placed spoil and gave myself a mental pat on the back.

Classy, I thought to myself.

A delicate bouquet

Molilah

I groaned inwardly, looking for a place to hide.

Oh! With men, it was fun to tease and rib during the garter toss... but the bouquet toss was a whole other ball of wax.

Women didn't get a hearty pat on the back from their other comrades on their 'continuing bachelor life style'.

Noooo.

All you got were horny groomsmen looking to 'score' and pitying looks. As if they were thinking, 'poor kid, can't even keep a man enticed long enough for him to take her to a wedding'.

Ack!

And then, the ever present 'oh, so, helpful' gals, that just want to 'hook you up' with their terminally single friends, brothers, cousins, uncles, etc... who are usually single for a reason.

You get the picture I'm painting here?

I continued my search until I found a potted plant of some sort.

I don't know what kind it is, but it was big and off to the side. Plenty of fan like leaves spread out from it in a circular formation, and the leaves were close enough together to hide someone if they stood behind it.

I let out a sigh of relief and prepared my excuses for my absence at the toss. Just in case I was asked where I was, which I probably would be.

Just when I thought I had gotten away with it, Nona came on the mic.

"Molilah? Molilah, honey, are you here? Where are you, sweeting? We're getting ready to do the flower toss."

I peeked through the leaves of my hiding spot to catch a glimpse of the stage.

There she stood, in all her mismatched glory, calling me out with the help of the two huge stage speakers and the rooms nifty surround sound.

Her voice actually echoed as she spoke.

Could this get any more embarrassing?

"Maybe she's in the restroom?"

Nona, either knowingly or unknowingly, had said that loud and clear through the microphone.

Oh, my god! Kill me now!

My face flushed and I could feel the heat coming off of it.

I probably looked like a tomato now.

Nona put her face close to the mic and loudly said, "Could someone check the restroom for Mol? I don't want her to miss her chance."

Ack!

My 'death by embarrassment' was complete, or so I thought, at her last statement, but noooo, the battle axe had to drive one more nail into my coffin.

"If you do find her in there and its number two?"

She held up two fingers to the crowd at large.

"Just let her know we can give her 'fifteen', so she can finish up. No hurry, 'kay?"

I jumped from my hiding spot and rushed over to the knot of desperate single women.

"I'm right here, Nona! Right here! See!" I pointed to myself and waved my hand at her and then at myself.

"I was just getting a drink! A drink! Just a drink! Nothing else! Heh heh." I smiled a huge fake smile, hoping I didn't look constipated with my red face.

I have, officially, completed my slide into idiocy. Red faced and babbling about getting a drink. Like that would cover up Nona announcing, to the room at large, she thought I was 'dropping a load'.

"Well, alright then. Let's get this show on the road, shall we?!" Nona crowed excitedly, clapping her hands together with a resounding slap through the microphone.

She motioned towards Tawn so she could step forward.

"Alright, my little chick a dees! Let's see who's going to be the next lucky gal!" Tawn waggled her bouquet as she said it.

She turned and looked slightly over her shoulder to judge the distance to the estrogen charged group.

I moved slightly off to the side to dodge the flower encrusted missile, and the riot that was bound to ensue in hopes of catching the symbolic, false hopes of future wedded bliss, all wrapped up in baby's breath and Rellian lilies.

I glanced around the room and saw Neyenn off to the side of the room.

He was fiddling with the garter he'd caught, adjusting it, so it was just so, on his left bicep.

If he flexed, he would probably snap the elastic in the darn thing.

Where Jaye was ridiculously muscled and fit, he looked small compared to Neyenn.

Everything on the Rellian was huge.

His arms and legs looked like big blue tree trunks.

He probably had a twelve pack. Like steroids on steroids.

Geesh! Just... much too much, if you asked me.

Only thing that should come in a twelve pack is soda pop!

A 'thwack' resounded through the room as the bouquet smacked me square in the face.

Ugh.

That's gonna leave a mark.

I caught the bouquet as it bounced off my face and grimaced at it.

And the crowd went wild...

I looked up and waggled my unwanted prize, giving a weak smile.

Jaye was grinning like a loon and shouting encouragement.

"Woo whoo, Mol! You go, girl!"

He balled his fist up and made a forward, repetitive, rolling motion with it. The kind you see from the crowds cheering at sporting events.

"Git' ya self a man, baby!"

His over exuberant platitudes would be dealt with at a later date.

The traitor.

The disc jockey started the music up again and everyone started to disperse and head back towards the tables.

Mother knows best?

Muna came up to the stage next to Nona and tried to snatch the microphone from her, but Nona held tight.

The two of them kept it up for a few minutes, struggling back and forth with it in a very odd, girly like version of tug of war.

Muna leaned towards Nona and whispered something fiercely into her ear.

Whatever it was she'd said, it worked.

Nona gave a shocked gasp and dropped her hands, her face a mask of surprise.

She must have some dirt on Nona, I guessed. Otherwise, how else could she have gotten the stubborn ol' filly to give it up?

Muna smiled serenely and walked over to the D.J. booth. She made a cutting motion with her hand and he obliged.

"Excuse me! Can I have your attention, please? Thank you. I would like the two winners from the 'garter toss' and the 'bouquet toss' to come up here, please."

She walked to the middle of the dance floor and looked at me, motioning for me to step forward.

Crap!

What did I do now?

The big blue ape better not have blamed something on me again or set something up to embarrass me somehow.

Sometimes Neyenn used poor Muna to accomplish his feats-the jerk- playing his poor mother like a fiddle to get at me.

Hmm... he looks kind of nervous too.

Maybe he didn't have anything to do with it.

Probably thought he was in trouble too.

Muna can be kind of out of hand when she gets upset.

Her retribution is usually worse than what you did to get into trouble with her in the first place.

Doesn't matter how old you are either, I'm twenty eight and I still shake in my boots when she's on the war path.

She didn't seem mad though.

She seemed almost... giddy.

"There you are! My two 'lovelies'," she cooed, putting an arm around each of us, giving us a simultaneous squeeze.

She was almost too happy.

I sniffed at her inconspicuously, trying to see if I could catch a whiff of alcohol on her breath.

Nope, smelled minty fresh, so that wasn't it.

"Magenta's mother had a wonderful idea! She said she read somewhere that at 'Old Earth' weddings, the two who caught the garter and bouquet would share a dance! Isn't that lovely?!"

She shoved me into Neyenn's direction, knocking me off balance.

I caught myself on his chest with my outstretched palms.

At that exact moment, he put his hands on my hips to help brace me. It was probably so he didn't end up with 'Molilah cooties' all over him.

I rolled my eyes at that and started to push myself away from him, but Muna pushed me again.

Apparently, she felt I hadn't invaded her son's personal space enough yet as it is.

I made an 'oomph' sound as the air was knocked out of me when our bodies collided, my soft one against his rock hard one.

Good thing I tucked my chin in at the moment of impact or I'd probably have a bruised chin.

She motioned at the D.J. to put a song on as I righted myself.

Nona was at the D.J. booth and she said something to the Cardanian that had him scrambling through his things for something, a grin on his face.

"I'm not dancing with him," I started to say at the same time Neyenn said, "Make someone else dance with that she devil..."

Muna leaned towards us with her back turned towards the crowd.

Uh-oh... Muna's gone into 'mom mode'.

"You two listen up and you listen up real good," she pointed her perfectly manicured blue finger at us, "I said you two are going to dance, so you're going to dance, damn it!"

We both shut our traps and nodded our heads.

It should tell you something about Muna if big as hell Neyenn immediately acquiesces.

The music started up and Neyenn and I just stood there, staring at each other helplessly.

It was a very sexy song with very explicit content.

It was a 'let's have sex' song and it wasn't a slow one.

What was Nona thinking?!

And where had she heard that song before?

Ugh.

Well, I mentally shrugged, when you're given lemons....

"What's the matter, blue balls'? Afraid to dance with lil' ol' me?" I started to slowly sway back and forth as I quietly murmured taunts at him. A smile pasted on my face the entire time.

I wasn't about to incur Muna's wrath, but no one said I couldn't get my kicks in either.

Neyenn had backed up a few feet earlier and he stood there stock still for a moment. He narrowed his eyes to slits and studied me, searching my face intently for something.

He prowled towards me and I was surprised at how graceful he was, his eyes gliding over me from head to toe.

He moved toward me, until we were a hair's breadth away, and started to slowly sway along with me.

His hands went to my hips and he gripped them tightly.

I could feel his body's heat through the front of my dress and I shivered.

I realized what I had just done and flushed, embarrassed at my body's reaction.

Neyenn chuckled darkly and leaned down until his lips were near my ear. The move brought our bodies flush against each other and I could feel his belt buckle digging in to my stomach.

He shifted a little.

Erhm, I think that thing is his belt buckle...

"What's the matter, lily white? Do I make you nervous?" he purred in my ear.

Gggrrrr! That jerk! That fat headed, crooked nosed, cocky, jerk face!

Lily white! I'll show him lily white! That was the last straw! Of all the nick names he'd ever given me, 'lily white' was the worst.

The blue idiot's referring to my lily white arse. My swim bottoms had, somehow, slipped off when we were all swimming and gotten lost forever in the ocean.

Everyone had seen everything.

It was humiliating and I hate to be reminded of it.

I still say he sabotaged the ties somehow, I always tied those puppies up tight. I don't know what I'd have done if Jaye hadn't let me wear his shirt as bottoms for the walk back to the cottages our parents had rented for spring break.

I mentally hitched up my big girl panties.

This was war.

I slipped out of his arms and turned, putting my back to his front. I pushed my body flush against his and ground my bottom into his crotch.

I improvised, tossing my hands up and settling them in his hair.

Neyenn hates when people touch his hair.

I started to twirl the dark blue strands through my fingers and continued my back and forth grinding motion to his front, keeping up with my sway to the music.

He growled and leaned in closer to me, his hands once again on my hips.

I turned my head to look at him and opened my mouth to say something.

Whatever I was going to say was forgotten as he thrust his pelvis into my backside. My breath caught and a gasp came out.

Sweet baby Jesus! He really did have an iguanodon in there!

Or it felt like one, if the bulge he was rockin' was any indication.

We continued like this, almost in a trance, rocking back and forth together in time with the music.

The song ended and we just stood there, staring at each other, glassy eyed. I was the first one to snap out of it, I guess.

I shook my head to slough off my wayward thoughts, turned around and started walking back to the table.

I hope I don't look like I feel- confused, excited, flushed, horny.

My heart was still beating frantically in my chest. I felt tingly all over and my skin felt too sensitive.

What the heck was I doing? What the heck had I done! I just dry humped Jaye's brother!

At a wedding... in front of everyone!

What does one do in a situation like this?

Can't really blame it all on him either!

I started it!

And there were witnesses!!!

I frowned as I finally reached my table and sat down next to Mags.

I must have been delving too deeply into my own disturbing thoughts at that moment. I only caught the fanning motion Mags was making and looked over at her.

"What was that, Mags?" I asked.

She nudged me and started the fanning motion again.

"I swear, that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Did you two plan it like that to fake everyone out or something? Like the ultimate prank on everyone? I can't picture you two working together. You two pulling pranks on each other is bad enough, but together? You two would make a very scary dynamic duo... let me just say that everyone was surprised at the display you two just put on."

I had to think quickly here or be found out.

"Erm... yep. Heh. You caught us. Ha! Ha! A prank, yup. Surprised you all, didn't we, huh?"

"It was awesome! You really had me going there for a minute," Mags enthused.

"I thought my mom was going to have a heart attack!" she guffawed.

Looks like she was buying it...

Now I just have to play it off until I can get the heck out of here.

I'm never going to another wedding again! Ever!

Stick a fork in me, I'm done!

Neyenn

I stood there, frozen on the dance floor, staring at the back of her as she hurried off. She didn't even turn around and look back at me. She just... took off.

For some reason, this really bothered me.

What am I, chopped liver?

Her red covered rump was swaying from side to side as she hurried off.

I felt like I was a bull and she was the matador, waving her red flag (or in this case red rump) around as if to say, 'Hey, come and get me'.

She would probably slap me for that thought, but I have no plans of repeating it, let alone acting on it.

She had scurried off like she was on fire.

Like she was embarrassed or something.

I huffed at that thought.

What did she have to be embarrassed about?

I'm the one who's going to be trying to walk with a steel pole in his pants.

I grimaced and looked around to see if anyone was looking, so I could adjust said pole.

A pair of liquid gold peepers were focused in my direction.

The owner of those peepers started towards me, but got held up when Mama intercepted him.

Jaye kept glancing at me, through the corner of his eye, and at the same time, he was trying to act like he was listening to whatever it was Mama was saying.

I know what the 'Chia Pet' was thinking and I don't have to explain myself, to anyone. Least of all that little blue midget.

I didn't do anything wrong!

She started it.

Granted, I could have stopped it at any time, but I'm not one to back down from a challenge.

Plus... it was kind of hot...

My whole body flushed just thinking about it. Her soft body pressed up to mine, undulating in time to the music.

Oh, and my hair!

I don't normally like anyone touching the 'do', but, man, when she ran her fingers through my hair and scraped her nails slightly against my scalp...

And then she tugged a little as she pulled her hands down through it...

My body shivered at the memory.

I'd thought I was going to bust my nut, in front of everyone, from that alone.

I looked down at my little friend in consternation.

This train of thought is doing nothing for my current problem.

I grimaced a little and shifted to the side, in hopes of a more comfortable position.

No can do.

That sucker was at full mast and I don't think he had any plans of leaving anytime in the near future.

Auntie Nona walked up behind me and slapped me on the back.

"Oh, honey, I haven't seen anything that entertaining in a long time!" She turned thoughtful for a moment. Her lips pursed in thought and she tapped her index finger on them lightly.

"Well, besides that incident with Jaye and the fire liquor, but that's a different kind of exciting, you know what I mean?" She winked, elbowed me in the ribs and continued on,

"You two were setting the room on fire, my dear. You remind me of myself and your Uncle Horven, bless his heart. Back in the day, we humped like Earth bunnies..." There was a dreamy expression on her face now.

Oh, ewww!

There went my boner problem.

Poor guy is probably going to crawl so far in he's never gonna come out.

"Uh, that's, uh, nice? Auntie 'N'... but I gotta get going. I, uh... have something I have to do, uh... over there. Ok? I will, um, see ya later. K. bub-bye!"

I beat a hasty retreat.

I'm never going to another wedding, ever again. These people are a bad influence.

Why, just look at me, I'm already making poor decisions! I grumbled as I reflected on the evening. I hate weddings!

One Month Later

Molilah

I adjusted my sunglasses and made sure my sarong was tied securely around my waist. I hitched up my purse a little higher on my shoulder.

"Here's your backpack, Mol. What the heck do you have in that thing, anyways? It's heavier than that tote bag you call a 'purse'."

Jaye handed my backpack over and I put it on my opposite shoulder.

"Hey! Hey now. Don't diss the purse, my friend. 'Big red' has been more faithful to me than you ever could be."

I took off my sandals and nudged my toes into the wet sand at the edge of the lake.

Aaahhh.

I love this place.

The nice breeze, the fresh air, the sun shining in the clear blue sky.

The Planet of Natural Forestry was a great place to have a picnic. We shuttled down here every year for Jaye's birthday, it was one of his favorite places to go. Everyone had requested Friday off so we could all celebrate Jaye's big 'two eight'.

"So, do you feel old yet, Jayeleebean?"

He chuckled at my question and tossed his arm around my shoulders casually as we walked along the water's edge.

"Nope, how about you? Did you feel old when you turned twenty eight?" Jaye asked as we came to a stop by the edge of the forest.

It was beautiful here.

"No. And to answer your next question, I don't feel old because we're not," I smiled at him and then returned my attention to the rippling waves that lapped gently at our feet.

"Ask me again when we turn eighty and I might feel different."

Jaye laughed with me and squeezed my shoulder.

Then, just to be a butt, he gripped my shoulder and jiggled me until I started laughing and pushed his arm off.

What a goofball.

A loud 'thunk' distracted us and we both turned to see what was making all the racket.

Neyenn was at the picnic tables and he had just plunked down two of the coolers. He was staring at Jaye with a tight expression on his face.

He didn't look very happy at the moment... and I made a mental note to myself to 'avoid the blue baboon today'.

"Weren't you supposed to help him grab one of those coolers from the Forestry's shuttle cab?" I asked.

Jaye looked up at me impishly and shrugged.

"Eh... maybe... Let the big lug carry them. He's had a pole up his butt lately. The exercise will do him some good. Besides, I had your backpack, remember?"

He looked at me innocently and I didn't buy it for a minute.

I snorted at him and lightly smacked him.

"Oh? So, is that why you decided to become chivalrous all of the sudden and carry it for me? To get out of cooler duties?"

"Maybe..."

He smiled and I laughed again, shaking my head at him.

Everyone was starting to gather at the picnic tables, so we turned around and started making our way back to the group.

Oh, fudge! I mean, Pudge!

Neyenn

I never in a million years thought I would say this, but, as I watched Jaye playing at the water's edge with Mol, I realized something- I felt... jealous.

I'm jealous of my little brother.

It sounds so foreign to say it, even if I'm only saying it in my head, but it was.

I've never felt jealous about the 'little turd' in that way before.

Nothing has been right since that stupid wedding.

It's like a switch was flipped and I don't know how to turn it off.

Was Mama right?

Did I subconsciously want Mol and torture her instead, because I saw her as 'off limits'?

I never thought about it that way before.

Well, I never really thought about it at all before.

It just was and we just were.

I've always found Mol attractive, sure, but no, I've never thought about acting on it.

Lately, it's all I've been able to think about.

It's been a month, a whole month of distracting thoughts about that woman. For whatever reason, I'm also sure she's avoiding me today and that's pissing me off, even more.

"Neye, honey?"

"Yeah?" I looked over at Nona as she hurried over to the table.

She looked worried.

"Could you be a dear and help Mol find Pudgy? He ran into the forest again. It's getting late and we need to get going soon." She started gnawing on her lip and wringing her hands worriedly.

'Pudge', the terrier, was Nona's baby. Mol gave him to her as a birthday present one year when her mom's dog had pups.

"The last shuttle out is on its way in and I don't want him to be stuck here. They'll be closed for the galaxy wide holiday this weekend. If we don't find him now he could be stuck here for three days!" She looked like she was about to start wailing.

"Hold on there. Don't worry, Auntie N, we'll find him, it will be okay. Alright?" I rubbed her back a little as I said this.

She gave me a watery smile and continued on her way, probably in search of the elusive Pudge.

Molilah

"Here, boy! Here, Pudge Pudge! Come on! Here, boy! Come to Auntie Mol!"

I stood there in the middle of the forest, my hands planted on my hips. "Where the heck are you dog?"

"Did you find him?" a familiar deep voice said from a few yards behind me.

"No and I've looked everywhere."

I cupped my hands over my eyes to shade them and maybe get a better view. "I haven't even seen a sign that he is or has been, anywhere near here. He normally yips when I start calling for him," I told him.

He moved up behind me and I didn't notice until I felt the heat from his body at my back.

I shivered involuntarily and tried to pretend I was unaffected. I cleared my suddenly dry throat and motioned towards the direction I had come from.

"Maybe we should head back? They probably already found him. I don't want to miss the last shuttle out. Come on."

I started to walk towards the way I'd come, but Neyenn stopped me when his hand firmly gripped my wrist.

"Wait. I want to talk to you for a minute."

His fingers felt like they were branding my wrist with their heat. He looked at me for a minute and then ran his free hand through his hair. It reminded me of our sexy dance at the wedding and my fingers itched to run through the silky soft mass again.

He blew out a long breath and looked back at me, "Are you mad at me?"

"Whaaa... uhm, what?" I was so thrown off by his question it took me a minute to get my wits about me.

Neyenn care?

This conversation feels an awful lot like a set up for a nasty remark or something.

I smirked at him a moment and then said, "And since when does the mighty Neyenn, 'King of the Blue Balled Baboons', care about what I, the lowly Mol, thinks, or how I'm feeling?"

He released my wrist and his expression hardened.

His cheeks flushed lavender.

He scowled at me, quickly turned and then started stomping off towards the direction in the forest that would lead us back to the lake and the picnic tables.

Uh oh. Is it possible he was serious and I had just hurt his feelings?

I didn't even know he had any feelings...

Crap. Now I feel like a heel.

Maybe he had decided to call a truce or something and I had just crapped on his peace offering.

"Hey, wait up there a minute, blue balls!" I hurried after him, but he was hauling ass. "Stop walking so fast, I can't catch up! Or keep up! Wait!" I called the last part desperately and out of breath.

Ugh!

He walks too damn fast and his legs are a lot longer than mine.

He ignored me and kept going.

Wow, Molilah, insert foot here.

I pictured myself in my mind, trying to shove my foot in my mouth, because that is exactly what I had just done.

I sighed and trudged on, following in the wake of the path Neyenn's stomping had made.

Hasta la vista, Jayeleebean

Jaye

I buckled myself into my seat and then glanced around.

Where the heck is Mol?

Auntie Nona came up next to me and took the seat I had saved for my bestie.

"Uh, sorry, Non, but I had that seat saved for Mol. Wherever the heck she is."

She buckled up anyways and patted my knee, like she used to when I was little and had said something she thought was cute.

"Oh, that won't be necessary. She's with Neyenn."

I busted up laughing.

The idea was so ludicrous it was hilarious.

The shuttle doors closed and I tried to glance behind me, but the headrest was too high.

"No, really though, Nona, where is she?"

She raised her brows at me and pinched my cheek.

"Now don't you worry about her, sweet pea. Like I said, she's with Neyenn and they are gonna be just fine. You'll see." After that cryptic announcement my Uncle Horven came up to Auntie Nona and handed her Pudge, her dog.

The little mutt yipped excitedly and then settled into Nona's lap.

She pet him on the head for a minute and then got him secured in her lap for takeoff.

Nona smiled at Horven as he leaned down so she could peck him on the cheek.

"Thank you for taking him for a walk, my love, you know how much he loves when we come here," she said.

"Anything for you, dear heart," he murmured and kissed her forehead. He turned to hurry to his seat when the takeoff light flashed on.

"What do you mean, she's going to be 'just fine' and 'she's with Neyenn'? What did you do? Cuff them together and make them sit in the back?"

She smiled at me and I started to relax, chuckling at the idea.

She wouldn't...

That would just be cruel. She's just trying to make me squirm. Mol must have decided to sit with my mom or something.

The shuttle took off and Nona looked out the window at something in the distance.

She waved her fingers in what looked like a bub-bye wave at the window saying, "Something like that."

Oy vey

Neyenn

I made it back to the picnic tables, but they were all empty.

Everyone must be headed towards the shuttle to load up.

Mol came stumbling out of the forest at that moment and I tried not to notice. She was flapping her arms around at the insects and pulling vegetation out of her hair.

I chuckled a little at her appearance.

She looked like a wood nymph, a very disheveled wood nymph.

Her hair was loose about her shoulders and trailed down to her lower back. It was encrusted with twigs and leaves and if she didn't have that scowl on her face, she would have made a very enchanting picture.

A rumbling sound started and I paused to figure out where it was coming from.

Molilah came running past me like a shot.

"Oh, my god!" she screamed, running towards the sound. "Don't leave ME!"

I ran off after her, hoping we could catch the shuttle in time.

The jets were already lit and it was obviously ready for takeoff, but Mol kept running towards it, like she was going to jump on it to stop it or something.

I caught up to her and snatched her up before she could do anything so stupid.

We stood there, watching as it took off without us.

Auntie Nona peered out the shuttle window and finger waved at us, a huge smile on her face as it sped off towards the sky.

"That bitch! I'm going to kill her!" Mol screeched from my arms.

She was shaking her balled up fists at the shuttle, which was now a dot in the sky.

She squirmed out of my arms and I set her gently on the ground. She started pacing in front of me.

Back and forth, back and forth, I watched her pacing, like I was a spectator at a tennis match.

I didn't know if I should try to interrupt her ranting or just leave her be. Maybe she would feel better if she got it all out.

"I'm never helping her again! I'm gonna glue her to her seat! Aaarggghhh! Wait! Wait! Its ok, Mol. You're gonna be okay. It's going to be ooookay."

She continued to pace, and I opened my mouth to see if maybe I could calm her down, but she kept going.

"I can just catch a shuttle in the morning. Yeah, that's what I'll do... it's only one night, right? It won't kill me or anything... just one night...yeah..."

"Uhm, Mol?" I cleared my throat uncomfortably.

"Yes, Neyenn?"

She looked like she had found her Zen, so that was good.

"Uh, it's galactic holiday this weekend."

"Uh huh. Soooo?" she said slowly, looking at me patiently.

"The parks closed down for the weekend. The shuttles won't be back until Tuesday. It looks like we're stuck here until then." I sucked in a breath and held it, waiting for her reaction.

She just looked at me for a moment and I thought she was gonna pass out, she looked so scared and pale.

It made me want to scoop her up and comfort her, tell her it was gonna be okay.

I let out the breath I had been holding.

That went way better than I had hoped.

Hmm, at least she wasn't screaming, right?

And then she did just that.

Abracadabra, ya wee lassie

Molilah

Once I was done with my tantrum, I sat down at one of the picnic tables and gave myself a little, much needed, time out.

Oh, my god! We're stuck here! 'Til Tuesday!

No, no. It can't be...

This is all a dream.

Any minute now, I'm going to wake up and find Jaye raiding my fridge, wearing my cushy red bathrobe and piggy slippers.... even though he doesn't live with me.

I know, I know, the man has boundary issues, but you get used to it.

"Jaye wears your bath robe and your piggy slippers?" Neyenn asked, snickering at me.

Ooops...didn't realize I had just said that all out loud.

Jaye is going to kill me.

"Uhm, scratch that, ignore me! You didn't hear anything." I said and waved my hands in abracadabra type motions around him and he started guffawing.

He had a hearty laugh.

It was full and it came from deep in his belly and I liked it.

He was bent over, clutching his stomach with his left hand and wiping his eyes with his right hand.

"That. Is. Just. Too. Funny." he managed between laughs and I chuckled along with him.

He looks so cute when he smiles like that. It has a little boy quality to it.

I found myself charmed.

I guess right now would be an odd moment to think about something like that, but I'm a little scrambled up at the moment and our unprepared fit of silliness was just what I needed to chill me out.

He sobered up and looked at me.

"It will be alright, Mol. You'll see. We'll figure it out."

Isn't that what I had just been telling myself before my little break down? Funny how when he says it, I believe it.

"Did you bring anything with you?" he asked, peering around.

I nodded my head 'yes' and walked over to where I had set all my things down earlier.

I picked everything up and walked back over to him. I picked up my backpack, unzipped it and proceeded to dump most of the contents onto the table's surface.

Neyenn rifled through it, picking up items, examining them for importance and started putting them into piles according to usefulness.

I looked around too, while he looked the contents of my backpack over.

A flash of red on the side of a rock caught my attention.

I walked over and peered around the rock.

Our coolers! The old crone left them behind!

"Hey, look, blue balls! The coolers are over here!"

I opened the lids and started going through everything, mentally cataloguing every item in terms of meals.

Hhhmmm... looks like there might be just enough to last us 'til Tuesday.

"I wish you wouldn't call me that anymore," he grumbled as he knelt down beside me and the coolers.

"What the heck should I call you then?" I said disgustedly.

"How about Neyenn, you know? Since it's my name."

He had to know I was messing with him, but he looked so serious, I couldn't help myself.

"Naw, I don't like it, it's too easy. Hmm. Let me think..."

I closed the cooler closest to me and rested my elbow on it. I tapped my chin with my free hand and adopted a thoughtful expression.

"How about 'Yenny'? Or wait 'Nay Nay'?" I don't know how, but I kept my face straight the whole time.

He grimaced. "I'd rather be blue balls, thank you."

Closing his cooler too, he sat on it.

"Soooo..." he let out a slow breath and jerked his head, "why do you have all that stuff in your backpack? You stocking up for something?"

"No, I am not stocking up for something. But it's better to be prepared, just in case, don't you think?"

I walked back to the table and started to pack the items he had deemed 'unimportant' into my backpack.

Hair brush, body lotion, hair spray, hair bands, lip gloss.

Oooh, I've been looking for that one.

Grevnel fruit flavored! Yum!

Nail clippers, a sea shell from Jaye, a romance novel, nail polish, another romance novel, a pretty colored rock, etc...
"Yeah, I guess I get your point," he agreed, looking back to the pile of things he had deemed 'useful'.

"You don't really read these, do you?" he asked, lifting up another romance novel I had in my 'backpack' pile.

He started to examine it and waggled his eyebrows at me as he waved the cover at me.

It was a picture of a barely clothed man embracing a scantily clad leading lady. I'm guessing her outfit was meant to be a slutty time period dress, but it just looked like lingerie.

I haven't read that one yet, but if I had to guess? I'd say it's about her falling in love with a lusty Scotsman, especially if the kilt was any indication.

I tried to nab it from him, but he dodged me and ran down the beach.

This was not the time for playing around and if he isn't careful he's going to drop my book into the water!

He stuck his hand out in a Shakespearean pose and started quoting the book.

Oh, my god! What an ass!

I ran down the beach after him as he quoted the men's parts in a brogue and the female's in a terrible falsetto.

"Oh, Lord Brynn, touch me with your 'magical love wand'!" he cried out and his voice squeaked on the last part.

Oooh! I'm going to hurt him.

I leapt at him, but it was useless.

I probably looked like a monkey, dangling there helplessly, trying to get my book back.

"Ock, lassie! I'll give ye a 'love wand'!" he proclaimed dramatically.

I burst out laughing and my grip on his raised forearm slipped.

I fell, landing hard on my butt in the sand.

"It does not say that!" I snapped from my undignified sprawl.

"Sure it does, see," he said, laughing.

"Let me see then." I crossed my arms over my chest and jutted my chin forward.

Like hell it said that!

He knelt down in front of me on the balls of feet, his back to the water.

Before he could mess with me anymore, I grabbed my book and pushed him a little, causing him to lose his balance on his feet and splash backwards into the lake.

My eyes popped wide and I put my hand over my mouth.

Uh oh.

Well, I didn't think that was gonna happen.

Oopsie daisy.

Guess my little push was more of a hard shove.

Heh.

"Ack! Cold! Cold! It's cold!" He spluttered as his head popped up and he spit lake water out.

Yuck, lake water.

Nasty stuff.

He brushed his hair off his forehead and I watched, entranced, as the drops of water glistened off his beautiful blue skin.

He stood up and his shirt sucked tight against his body.

Woo boy, definitely a twelve pack.

I stopped my perusal above the belt, just to be fair... He did say the water was cold, after all.

He started trudging to the shore and I took off running.

I think now is as good a time as any to find a good hiding spot. Just until he's dry and not possibly mad at me.

So, see ya in... say... ten years?

I had just rounded the tree past the coolers when a big wet mass landed on me.

"Oomph!" the air whooshed out of me.

It's okay though, really. I don't need to breathe all that much.

At the last second, he turned, his body taking the brunt of our tumble. We thudded to the ground and skidded around a little ways on the patch of grass we ended up hitting.

Once the world stopped spinning, I propped myself up on his chest, using my elbows to lift me off him a little.

I examined myself for injuries, but everything seemed to be in working order.

I started to hop off of him, but he pulled me back down on his chest, his hands on either side of my waist.

We made a wet squishy noise as my bum hit his water logged chest. I grimaced and shifted down a little until my legs were straddling his waist.

He grunted and I realized I was probably unmanning him.

I discreetly scooted up, just a little bit, to give his manhood a little room.

"Did you have a nice swim?" I asked conversationally, trying to keep a straight face and doing a terrible job of it.

He grinned at that and I started to get worried.

It wasn't a nice smile.

He looked like the cat that ate the canary.

I had a mental image of him with feathers sticking out of the crook of his mouth.

"Water's loooovvveeely. Wanna see?"

"What?! Wait!! No!"

He got up quickly, with me still plastered against him.

The big blue bastard tossed me up in the air.

I squealed like a ninny and then he caught me, tossing me over his shoulder as he headed to the water's edge.

I looked down and realized I still had my book in my hand.

I started beating his back with the spine of my book, kicking my legs and cursing him for anything and everything I could think of.

He chuckled and jiggled me on his shoulder, causing me to slide down his back a little more.

I grabbed the waist band of his pants for leverage.

"Now, now, Mol," he said in a chiding voice.

"You really shouldn't ask a fella to ever put anything in there. Ever. Haven't you ever heard of the phrase 'exit only'? Besides, you might want to be careful, you could give a guy a fat head, letting him think you find him so superior to yourself that he could accomplish such impossible feats."

Smug bastard!

I could hear the smile in his voice!

Ugh!

I'm sure if he tried really hard he could find a way to go fu....

"AAAYYYYEEEE!!" I hit the water half way across the lake with a huge splash.

It took me a minute to turn myself around under the water and kick to the surface.

Air! Ack! Need air!

I spluttered when my head broke the surface and spit out a mouthful of lake water.

Oh, gross! I think I swallowed some!

I'm going to have alien fish swimming around in there or something! Breeding in my stomach!

I kicked my arms and legs to keep myself afloat.

You know... the water isn't really as cold as I thought it would be.

He's such a weenie... definitely related to Jaye.

Hah! I chuckled at my own joke.

I looked along the shoreline and saw the 'oversized blue paperweight' cupping his hands over his eyes to get a better view of me.

Humph.

Thinks this is funny, does he?

"Cramp! Cramp!" I flailed around, making a spectacle of myself, going under every few seconds to appear as if I was having trouble staying afloat.

I peeked at the shore to see Neyenn running into the water and diving under. It was like watching that life guard show they used to play a few centuries ago. The one about people saving the lives of the humans at one of the 'Old Earth's beaches. He just didn't have that little red floaty device thing.

Ooh, or a tight little red pair of bathers.

Whooo there! Fan yourself, Mol, and get a grip, girl, you have a score to settle.

Water Mollywogged

Neyenn

I stood on the shore line, giving myself a little pat on the back.

If throwing Mol into bodies of water was an Inter Galactic Olympic sport, we would totally bring home the 'gold'.

I cupped my hands over my eyes to shield them from the setting sun and scan the water for my new 'weekend warrior' accomplice.

She spluttered around for a minute when she surfaced and then started spitting out lake water.

Nasty stuff, that lake water.

I moved my tongue around in my mouth to try and get the after taste out of it.

The spunky little sprite had caught me off guard when she knocked me over. Otherwise, I never would have let the curvy little she devil get the drop on me.

I chuckled at that for a minute.

She got me good. I wasn't expecting it.

A shout caught my attention and I looked back over the water.

Mol was having trouble, it looked like. She was shouting something and her head kept going under water.

I ran into the surf and dove in, effortlessly stroking under the water towards her.

I surfaced halfway there to check on her, but she went under and didn't come up.

I panicked, adrenaline streaking through my veins like lightning. I bolted towards the spot I had seen her go under and looked around frantically for her.

She was gone.

I waded around a minute and she still didn't surface. Something shone off the waning sun and I peered around to see what it was.

It was a familiar mop of brown hair that shone with red highlights in the sun.

Mol! Oh, god!

She was face down, floating on the surface, her porcelain skin stark against the blue black of the lake water.

I rushed over to her and flipped her over.

Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slack.

"Aw, baby! What the fuck! Don't you die on me, damn it! It's not supposed to be like this! Breathe!" I gripped her scalp in my hand and tilted her head back quickly. I put my mouth over hers and breathed into her mouth.

Her eyes popped open wide when our mouths made contact, but it was too late, I had already started to exhale into her mouth.

She spluttered and pushed at my chest.

She was fine.

Oh, thank god! She's gonna be fine!

I was so relieved, I grabbed her up in a bear hug.

I was probably being ridiculous, squeezing the life out of her, but I didn't care. I pulled her back a little and grinned at her like an idiot.

Before I could really think about it, I pulled her close and crushed my lips to hers.

My tongue swept across her mouth. I slid it across her lower lip again and caught it in my teeth, sucking it gently into my mouth.

She grabbed my head and brought us back, mouth to mouth, again. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and I returned the favor.

Our tongues tangled and my body lit on fire, it was so hot.

This wasn't a tentative kiss on her part.

It was a confident kiss.

A kiss from a woman in touch with herself.

Someone that isn't afraid to take what she wants or demand satisfaction from her partner.

The idea of taming my 'wild shrew' made me burn for her that much more.

I slid my hands down and cupped her bottom. The globes were soft and round. I flexed my fingers, squeezing them a few times.

Mmmmm, they were perfect.

I pulled her closer to me and ground my erection against her mound as she sucked on my tongue.

Just when things were starting to get good, I realized something, with stunning clarity.

She was fine.

I mean... She. Was. Fine.

She was fine.

The wench had tricked me!

She wasn't really ever in trouble!

The she devil had one upped me. And she was fine!

I pulled her away from me and grabbed her shoulders.

"Don't you Ever!" I shouted. "Ever! Do something so stupid to me ever again! What the hell is wrong with YOU?! I thought you were dead or something! Jesus, Molilah!"

I shook her a little as I yelled at her.

For a second, she looked stunned, then she started shaking and I thought she was going to start crying.

I started to soften towards the look on her face.

I don't think she meant for it to go down like that, but it scared me and I wasn't rational at the moment.

Then she blinked her eyes a few times and her mouth tightened.

Her expression hardened and she pushed away from me.

She glared at me and I gave her one right back.

"Can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen, blue balls," she growled and started swimming back to shore by herself.

I floated there for a few minutes to try and get my thoughts in order. I blew out a slow, tension relieving, breath.

If today was any indication, it was going to be a llllooooonnnggg weekend.

Molilah

"Stupid blue asshole! Kiss the life out of a gal one second and then yell at her the next! Make up your damn mind. Bi Polar... One Toned... Monkey!"

I continued to mutter more heart felt sentiments as I waded out of the water and trudged toward my backpack.

I dug the extra pair of clothes out of it and started to change into them.

Thank goodness I had decided to pack an extra pair of denims and a t-shirt.

I pulled my shirt off and started to untie my bikini top.

I had a funny feeling, like I had an audience, all of the sudden.

I paused and turned to look over my shoulder.

Neyenn was in the water staring at me, his eyes glued to my hands, which were still on the ties of my bathing suit top, at my back.

I turned my back to him again and pulled at the ties. My top loosened and I quickly undid the ties at my neck, pulling my top completely off.

I pulled my shirt over my head and looked down at my chest.

Well, crap.

Looks like the girls are just going to have to sway in the breeze for a while.

My skin was still sensitive after our little water aerobics session a few moments ago. My nipples chafed against the cotton of my shirt.

Well, this is uncomfortable, I thought. I would put my bikini top back on, if I could, but it was soaking wet.

I found a bush off to the side and hunched behind it to take my bikini bottoms and sarong off, quickly putting on my underwear and jeans.

I walked around to the front of the shrubbery and laid my wet garments on top of it so they could dry.

When I reflect back on my prank, I guess it wasn't the wisest choice, but we've played plenty of pranks on each other before and he never reacted like that.

I should probably apologize... but the idea gives me hives.

I mean, hey, I let him yell at me and didn't say anything. I'm just going to consider us even, no apology needed.

I scared the crap out of him, he kisses me senseless and then screams at me, we're all even now.

That's what I'm going to keep telling myself, anyways.

I sighed and touched my lips, reliving that kiss.

I could still feel his lips pressed against mine, our breaths mingling.

His tongue, oh, boy, his tongue... he knows exactly what to do with that puppy.

Neyenn kisses like a male, a real male, all-consuming and full of testosterone. He dominated me with that kiss.

It would never work though... I sighed heavily. We can't even get along long enough to get it on! This whole situation is maddening.

Fifteen minutes later, Neyenn came up to the tables and stopped in front of the edge of the table I was seated at.

"You wouldn't happen to have anything in there I could borrow? Would you?" he asked quietly.

He motioned towards my backpack and took the seat across from me as I dug through my pack.

I handed him a pair of comfortable shorts and a men's t-shirt. He took them and set them down on the table in front of him. He looked at me and raised his brow.

"And whose clothes are these?"

He examined the articles of clothing I had just relinquished and grimaced.

Whose clothes did he think they were?

I don't just go around carrying other people's stuff.

Those were Jaye's spare clothes... for today.

I frowned at him and told him the truth. I didn't feel like having to explain to his family I'd pissed him off one too many times and gave him an aneurism.

"They're Jaye's. I wouldn't carry around anyone else's crap... I'm not a lap dog."

He stopped his perusal of the clothes and looked at me.

"Never said you were."

He stood up from the table and backed away a little. He grabbed the hem of his waterlogged shirt and peeled it from his skin.

It was slow going and I watched the whole thing with avid interest.

Maybe soda pop wasn't the only thing that should come in a twelve pack after all...

There was just so much to look at and not enough time to explore. I stopped my greedy exploration once he was done wrestling his shirt the rest of the way off his head.

No need to give him more ammo to tease me with later.

"You could have helped me out, you know? I was kinda stuck there?"

He walked over to the bush with my wet clothes hanging on them and laid his shirt next to mine to dry.

I watched the play of muscles in his back as he did this.

"What? And miss watching you wiggle around like a Veluvian worm? Never."

A Veluvian worm was just a giant caterpillar like creature with a black and white pattern all over its back.

The pattern was similar to the one on an 'Old Earth' zebra.

Zebras are extinct now, but I saw a picture of one in a book once and the patterns are very similar.

He started to take his pants off and I know I should look away, but I couldn't. I watched as he slowly shimmied his pants down his legs and then bent over to pull first one foot out and then the other.

I had a wonderful view of his boxer brief covered tush. I bet you could bounce a quarter off that thing.

"Hey! Quit staring at my ass and hand me those stupid shorts." Neyenn waved his hand around by his rump.

"Hello? 'Earth I' to mollywog'?! The shorts?"

I got up, grabbed the shorts and walked over to hand them to him.

I smacked his ass really hard as I sauntered past him.

It made a loud 'crack' sound and he jumped, startled.

I adopted an innocent expression and looked back at him.

He was blushing from root to tip.

"Sorry." I shrugged. "Thought I saw a spider. I think I got it though." I smiled friendly at him, like it was no big deal and started scouting around for a place to bed down for the night.

Mr. Man, um, ers

Neyenn

That woman is going to be the death of me. I just know it. I probably already have a few gray hairs.

I wrestled Jaye's t-shirt over my head and tried my best to stretch the hem at the bottom, so it would cover my stomach.

Ugh.

It looked like a girl's shirt on me. Jaye is much smaller than I am.

I look ridiculous.

Maybe it's not too bad... I guess.

At least it's only until my clothes are dry.

I feel a little weird 'free balling it' in my brother's clothes.

Actually, this is probably a good thing. Little drama queen, Jayevellan, will freak out when he finds out.

I chuckled to myself.

...He would have a fit...

And then I grinned.

And to put icing on the cake, I won't wash 'em before I give them back.

Gross, I know, but the little hypochondriac would freak.

"I don't know why you're smiling, you look ridiculous," Mol giggled.

"Hey, blue balls?" she continued, "Your girlfriend called, she wants her clothes back," she guffawed.

I walked over to where she was sitting and plopped down next to her. She had built a little nest out of leaves and other greenery.

"Share the wealth, short stuff, I'm hungry."

She handed over a bottle of water, a soda, two huge meat stuffed sandwiches and two grevnels.

Yum.

"This is a good start, Mol, but I'm gonna need more than this to get full."

She stared at me, mouth slightly parted and then snapped it shut.

She opened her mouth again, as if she was going to say something and closed it again.

She studied me a moment.

"You're serious, aren't you?" Her eyes were narrowed suspiciously. "You really could eat all that and then some, couldn't you?"

I took a huge bite, and just because it would annoy her, talked with my mouth full of sandwich.

"Yef, sho cam. An muf muf moe." Food flew everywhere as I talked and she looked like she was going to gag.

I held my sandwich up close to her face, right where I had just taken a bite.

"Wah sum?" I asked, took another huge bite and pushed the sandwich back into her face.

She swallowed thickly and motioned for me to move it away.

"Oh, no, no. You go ahead, I'm good."

She's as squeamish as Jaye.

"Kay," I said. I started to laugh, but covered it up with a cough.

I thought I heard her mutter 'Neanderthal', but I couldn't be sure.

I smiled to myself and ate the rest of my dinner.

Maybe this weekend wouldn't be so bad after all.

Ladies first

Molilah

The sun was shining in through the window again.

Ughh, I must have forgotten to close the curtains again.

I rolled over and snuggled my face into the bed's warmth.

My body pillow was still warm from my back. It smelled good too.

I started to fall back to sleep, but something fell on my legs, pinning them down.

Another weight fell over my shoulders and then pulled me up against a wall.

A very warm wall.

I peeked one eye open to see what had me held captive.

I panicked for a minute when I realized it was a man. I saw his blue skin and relaxed a little.

Jaye wasn't one to hop in my bed, not in a long time.

Well, there was that one time when we watched that scary movie with the clown in it, but, hey, it scared me too, so he got a pass.

I don't recall him ever being a snuggler though.

I started to wiggle out of his hold, but he held me tighter and tucked my head under his chin.

"Quit moving, baby, I'm comfortable and you feel good."

I froze and tensed up, remembering where I was and whom I was cuddling with.

He started to nuzzle my ear with his face and I started to squirm harder to get out of his hold.

He's not even fully awake! He probably thinks I'm one of those brainless tarts he dates!

He started to place little kisses down the side of my neck, his big hands sliding lower to my rump and gripping each cheek firmly, pulling me flush against him.

"Mmmmmm," he murmured and started to lick up and down the side of my neck.

Grazing it ever so often with his teeth, he started nipping little love bites along my collar bone and back up my neck again.

My body flushed and I felt weak all over. I started panting and he chuckled huskily.

"You like that, baby?"

"Neyenn? Neyenn?"

"Hhhmmm?" he murmured huskily and kissed me fully on the lips.

"Too much talking, sweeting. Shhhh."

As he said the last part, he nipped at my lips and kissed me again, silencing me.

I caved and kissed him back, my tongue meeting his in a mating dance.

My hands went to his shoulders and I ran them up his neck and into his scalp, my nails slightly scraping as they trailed a path.

He groaned and rolled us so he was on top.

I gasped and he shifted his weight so his legs were between mine, his member lined up with my happy place.

He started to rub his shaft up and down along my clit in a mimic of the act itself.

I started to squirm again, this time for an entirely different reason.

One of his hands slid up my rib cage, rubbing the skin gently with his thumb, in a circular motion.

His hand continued its exploration until it reached its final destination.

He cupped my breast and kneaded it. I could feel the heat of his palm through my shirt.

I arched up into his palm and bit his bottom lip a little hard, tugging on it and then letting it go.

I crushed my lips to his, parting them just enough to allow his tongue entry and then I sucked it into my mouth.

He tasted so good.

He must have liked what I was doing too, because he became more aggressive and I loved it.

He shoved the top of my shirt up and shoved his face between my breasts. He nuzzled between them, licking and kissing the sides, but never going where I wanted him most.

I tightened my grip on his hair and yanked his head where I wanted it and he obliged.

I cried out as he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

He suckled a little hard at first and then gentled, but it felt good and I cried out again.

He released it with a wet pop and moved onto my other, poor, neglected breast. He gave it the same treatment as the first one and I writhed against him harder.

He reached for the zipper of my jeans and proceeded to undo them.

I reached for his and he ground himself into my hand.

He pulled back a little and looked at me.

"Now's the time to say, 'No' if you want to back out, short stuff." His hair was sticking up at all angles and his lips were swollen from our kisses.

He looked wild and virile.

So sexy.

All I could think was- he's mine.

"You in or out, baby?" he asked, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs lightly.

"In," I said and stood up to shove my pants and panties down my legs.

He stopped as he started to pull his own pants off, his eyes tracking my every move.

He licked his lips and smiled at me, his white teeth gleaming in the morning sun.

"Your turn," I told him and laid back down, my heart beating erratically in my chest.

He slowly pulled his shorts down and I watched, entranced, as his member made its debut.

Uhm...

Oh, my...

He was huge.

Yikes.

Erm, I really don't think this is going to work. 'Iguanodon' was very accurate.

My apprehension must have shown on my face, because he jumped on top of me, straddling me.

I'm trapped!

He caged me in with his body, his arms pinning mine, his hips bracketing mine.

"You weren't thinking of running on me were you, baby?" He nuzzled my ear and ground his erection into my belly.

"Can't back out now, lily white, you're all mine now. To do with," he murmured and then licked along my neck, "however," a nip and another lick, this time my chin, "I please." He shifted his body lower and ran the underside of his shaft along my entrance.

I was so wet he slid effortlessly through my juices.

"You want this, Mol?" he practically purred, thrusting against my wet folds, sliding slickly against me, stopping as his head touched my clit and rubbed.

"You want me?" he asked huskily.

Enough with the foreplay, damn it!

I'm going to internally combust if he didn't do something soon.

I moved my arms until he got the picture and released them. I grabbed his hair and tugged.

"If you don't do something soon, pal! I won't be held responsible for my actions! Do you understand ME!?"

"Yes, ma'am." He grinned and slammed 'home'.

I yelped and gripped his shoulders.

He stopped and we stayed that way for a minute, our bodies tight against each other, almost as if we were locked together.

I was a little surprised he could fit it all the way in. It felt like he was stretching me from the inside out.

I wiggled around a little to try and relieve some of the pressure.

He made a noise and I glanced at him.

He had a strained look on his face and his eyes seemed to roll back into his head as he slowly started to pull out.

"I don't think I'm going to last very long here, Mol," he panted, "You're so damn tight."

He stopped and started to push in again.

It felt like he was hitting every single nerve inside of me, simultaneously. He did it again and then started a rhythm, in and out, in and out, slow and steady.

I started pushing back against him, trying to hit that special spot just right. It felt so good, but I needed a little something more.

I slapped his shoulder, and urged him on.

"Faster, Jethro, I want to get mine too!"

He grunted and then shifted, so he could lift my legs over his shoulders and grip my bottom. He lined his shaft up to my entrance and started ramming into me.

I countered his thrusts as he picked up the pace.

I felt stuffed.

It was too much... It wasn't enough...It was perfect.

He slammed into me a few more times and I came in a mad rush.

Just as my body gripped his and began milking him, he shouted my name and I could feel him releasing inside of me.

He pushed into me a few more times and then collapsed on top of me.

I squeaked and he lifted his weight off of me slightly, bracing his weight on his elbows as he let his head fall into the crook of my neck.

We laid there, panting heavily, neither one of us willing to move just yet.

Baby, I'm stuck on you

Neyenn

I don't want to move.

So, I'm just going to lay here until she makes me move.

It's only a matter of time before one or both of us messes everything up by saying or doing something.

Maybe we could just stay like this for a while.

Possibly forever.

Yeah, that sounded good.

Forever.

Strange that the idea of forever and Molilah didn't scare me as much as the idea of it with someone else would have.

It actually sounded kinda nice...

I wonder how hard it would be to convince her of that.

I was drawn from my musings by my body's current state.

Everything still tingled. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes and I felt like my muscles had turned into a puddle of Nona's grevnel jelly.

Mol has awesome breasts... I thought a little distractedly as said breasts moved in time to our heavy breathing.

They're just right.

Big, round, firm mounds that cushion my chest perfectly.

Its fate or some crap. Whatever you'd like to call it, this woman was made for me.

MINE, I thought and lifted my head off of where it was nuzzling her neck, to study her face.

Her lips were all puffy from our kisses and her cheeks were flushed pink.

She looked delectable.

Her green eyes sparkled back at me and I smiled hopefully at her.

"Wanna go for round two?"

She laughed as I waggled my brows at her suggestively.

"No. You crazy blue baboon, I, uh, don't think you've even finished your first round yet. You're still hard."

She shifted a little and something struck me as she moved.

My eyes opened wide in shock.

It couldn't be.

No way.

I tried to withdraw a little and found I couldn't.

I'm stuck, I thought to myself.

I am stuck!

Not, I have a cramp in my arse stuck, but Peter is lodged inside of Mol's happy place, stuck.

Crap.

My penis is locked inside of her...

And for a Rellian that can only mean one thing- Molilah's my 'soul mate'.

"Do you want to roll off me now, so I can clean off a little, Neye? I'm pretty sure we made a mess," Mol said and started to nudge me to get me moving.

Think quickly, man! She's gonna freak!

"Uhm... you know? What's the rush? I'm comfy, you feel comfy to me, let's stay this way a little longer, huh?"

She slapped my arm playfully and laughed.

"Don't be silly. We need to get up and get cleaned up, so we can eat and lord knows you can eat."

My stomach, the traitor, chose that moment to growl loudly.

"See," she said with an 'I told you so' look. "What did I tell you? Now come on, so I can feed you. Ya big lug." She accentuated the last statement with a slap on my ass.

"Look, Mol... don't freak out or anything but... I can't."

She gave me an odd look and then laughed.

"Very funny, now come on."

I let out a resigned sigh and prepared for the worst.

"No. I'm serious. I can't... I'm, uh, stuck or, uh... Should I say, erm, we're stuck."

She took in the expression on my face and must have realized I was telling the truth.

Her eyes widened as it all sunk in.

She started to look a little panicked at this point and started studying us, looking down between our bodies where we were connected.

She tried to push me off of her and I'm pretty sure she felt it when I did, the tug and pull of our bodies where they were locked together inside of her.

She tried to separate us again and I jerked inside of her.

It caused her muscles to jerk as well and then they clamped down around me tightly.

I groaned and started spasming inside of her, releasing my seed into her womb as she milked me.

We both moaned and started panting.

We had rolled onto our sides at some point and now she had her head resting on my chest.

I could feel her heart beat, it was beating as wildly as mine was.

Wow.

Just... wow.

That felt... unreal.

But, that aside, Mol is going to kill me.

How do you tell someone you just found out that they're your soul mate and oh, by the way, per Rellian laws, we just got married?

Yep, I think I had it right earlier- Mol's going to kill me.

Now that we're married, not only do I have to convince her not try her hand at attempted murder, but I have to convince her to stay with me.

Rellians marry for life.

Molilah

"How much longer does it usually last?" I asked Neyenn and waited until he caught his breath to answer.

I had calmed down now and I'm a little embarrassed by my reaction.

He probably assumed I knew.

Especially since my best friend is a Rellian.

But how was I supposed to know?

I mean, Jaye and I don't discuss our sex lives. Not things like that, anyways.

Maybe Jaye was embarrassed about it or he never thought I would hook up with a Rellian.

It was probably the latter, since the only ones I knew were his family.

I didn't know Rellian's locked inside of their partners when they have sex.

I relaxed against his chest and started doodling on his skin, making swirlies around his ribs.

Every so often, it would cause his skin to jump.

Looks like this Rellian was a little ticklish.

I'll have to put that information away for a later date.

I felt him loosen and then he slid out of me.

I jumped up and started brushing the dirt off myself.

I picked up my clothes, from yesterday, off of the bush they were on, and started making a hasty retreat towards the water.

"I'm going to go clean off. Um, I'll be back, 'kay?" I dropped my clothes on the beach and waded into the lake.

By the time I had rinsed off and redressed, Neyenn had cleaned himself off, redressed and made us something to eat.

I sat down opposite him and he handed me a can of soda and a sandwich.

It's a good thing I like sandwiches or it would be a very long weekend. The cooler was full of mostly sandwich fixings

It had some other things in there as well, like cookies, a few small pieces of left over birthday cake, fruit, chips, and drinks, but mainly sandwich fixings.

"It's okay, you know?" I said between bites of my sandwich.

"It is?" he asked slowly and blinked at me a few times, like he couldn't believe I would be so reasonable, considering.

"Sure. But you could have just told me." I motioned at him with my sandwich.

"I could have?" he asked, confused. "But I didn't even know 'til right now..." he trailed off and a frown creased his brow.

"Oh!" I blurted and blushed.

Wow.

Who would have thought... but you never know.

"Well, uh, considering you've never done anything like that before... you were very good at it." I blushed even harder.

My face probably looked like it was on fire.

"Are we both talking about the same things, Mol?" he asked.

"Well, what did you think I was talking about?" I countered.

He shook his head at me and motioned at me in a 'ladies first' type gesture. He took a bite of his sandwich and then looked at me expectantly while he chewed.

"Uhm," I cleared my throat uncomfortably, "I thought we were talking about how we just had sex and how you didn't know about your, erm, problem because you've never had sex before."

His face turned fuchsia and he started choking on his sandwich.

I frowned at that.

It can't be healthy for him to turn that color very often.

I walked over and started pounding him on the back.

'Thwack', 'Thwack', 'Thwack', and then it finally dislodged.

A piece of sandwich went flying across the table and he made a grab for his drink to soothe his throat.

"What?" he choked out gruffly, his voice still hoarse from all that coughing and hacking. "Who says I've never had sex before?"

Just then a sound interrupted us.

It sounded like a shuttle, but that's impossible because there weren't supposed to be any until Tuesday.

I glanced around and that's when I spotted it.

Oh, my god, it is a shuttle!

It was a really small shuttle and it was headed for the spot the last one had landed, it looked like.

I dropped everything and hurried over to it as it approached its landing pad.

It finally settled down and the passenger door was flung open, a very disheveled Jaye emerging.

His hair looked like he'd stuck his finger in an electrical socket or something. Like a blue lion's mane.

"Mol!" he yelled frantically as he ran towards me. "Oh, Mol, you're safe!"

He grabbed my shoulders and started frantically running his hands over me.

Then he grabbed me and twirled me around so he could examine my back.

I'm guessing it was to see if I had injuries? Who knows sometimes with Jaye.

"Jaye?" I asked him as he spun me around again and squashed me against his man boobs.

"Jaye..." I tried and it came out muffled into his chest.

I said it again, this time a little louder, so I could be heard over his babbling.

Something about Nona and how he had nothing to do with it and he's so sorry and he will never leave me unattended in front of his family ever again.

There was a bunch more babble too. Something about promising to pay for me to have therapy, putting Nona in a home, or putting her in a box to planet China. He wasn't making too much sense right now.

I stopped him with my palm over his mouth.

"Sssshhh. Breathe, Jayeleebean."

He breathed in through his nose and exhaled slowly.

"It's going to be oookkkaayyy, alright? See? Now, isn't that much better?" I cooed soothingly, running my hand over his hair, trying to flatten his powder puff.

A growl sounded behind us and I looked over my shoulder.

Neyenn was stalking towards us and he looked pissed.

He walked up to Jaye, unlatched him from my person and pulled me up tight against his side.

"Mine!" He growled at his brother and Jaye's eyes bugged out.

"Excuse me!?" I squawked, startled, and started to extricate myself from him, but he held fast.

His arm wrapped around my waist and he growled again.

Jaye's mouth was slack and he just stared at us, his eyes wide, his face set with disbelief.

Neyenn turned suddenly and brought us chest to chest. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, tilted my head back and kissed me.

It was a fierce kiss, a possessive kiss, a kiss of ownership and I know it goes against everything I stand for, as a 'queen of independence', but man, was it hot as hell.

So, I'm a little possessive, so what?

Neyenn

Mine, I thought fiercely as I took possession of Mol's mouth. She seemed startled at first, but then melted against me.

Mine, I thought again and released her lips.

At some point during our kiss, she had climbed me like a tree.

Her arms were around my neck, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, our good bits lined up for rubbin'.

I put one hand under her rump so she couldn't slide down and held her close. She squirmed and tried to get me to release her, but I held fast.

"Quit squirming, she devil, I don't want to drop you," I warned and she squeaked as I jargled her, acting like I might drop her to illustrate my point.

She glared at me and pinched my neck.

"Ouch, woman! Quit it!"

"Release me, Neanderthal!" she growled and I released her, letting her slide slowly down my torso.

Apparently, I'm a glutton and like to torture myself, I thought as she finished her slide and planted her feet firmly on the ground.

I shivered and shook myself, reality setting in.

We were leaving.

No weekend to convince her to stay with me, no sex on the beach...

My shoulders sagged a little at that.

No time alone, just the two of us...

We were leaving.

She was going to get back to that spaceport and go on her merry way, forgetting everything, forgetting us.

Like Hell! I shouted in my head. That she devil is mine.

We grabbed all of our stuff and loaded it into that tiny excuse for a shuttle.

It turned out it was an emergency shuttle the Forestry headquarters, located off planet, kept for just such occasions.

Jaye, after figuring out Nona's deception, had tried to come back, but hit a wall when he realized the offices were closed already.

Somehow, and I'm not sure I really want to know how he did it, Jaye got a registry of all rangers for this jurisdiction.

After a few hundred calls, Jaye said, he got a hold of a very sympathetic pilot who ferried him out to us.

The squidger must have been up all night, if his appearance was any indication.

Jaye's shirt was wrinkled and buttoned wrong and he was wearing his shorts from yesterday. He had no socks on and two left shoes...

The dude was a mess.

I slapped him hard on the back as I pushed passed him to get on the shuttle.

"Thanks, little bro, appreciate it, really."

An 'oomph' sounded behind me, followed by a 'thunk'.

I pretended not to notice that my slap had sent him flying forwards, causing him to kiss dirt.

Heh heh.

There were only two passenger seats and I grabbed one, waiting for Mol to join me.

Looked like Jaye would have to hang with the pilot for the ride back.

Hhhhmmmm, I wonder if my little she devil likes necking in the back of a shuttle cab... guess we were just going to have to find out.

I smiled and sat back, waiting patiently for my 'secret bride' to board.

Molilah

I walked up to the shuttle and stepped over Jaye as I started to board.

"Quit playing in the dirt, sweet cheeks', we gotta go." I shook my head at Jaye.

I swear, he is so dramatic sometimes.

I can't believe he's still faking falls for attention.

I laughed to myself as I recalled some of his more memorable attempts at getting attention.

There were only two seats on the shuttle and the blue baboon was taking up one of them.

He motioned imperiously for me to come sit next to him.

Ugh!

I'm not a dog!

I looked around and realized there was an empty seat in the cockpit.

I tapped the pilot on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Pardon me, but... would you mind if I sit here? I've never sat as a copilot before?"

The pilot, an older, salt and pepper haired human, motioned towards the seat as if to say, 'be my guest'.

"Much obliged," I said in a terrible faux southern accent and got a chuckle out of him.

Jaye hopped in and the pilot closed the shuttle doors.

"Awww, come on! I don't want to sit next to him." He hooked his thumb at his brother, frowning. He made a shooing motion towards Neyenn and then told him, "Neyenn, go trade places with Mol."

Neyenn snorted and made a mock shooing motion back at Jaye.

"You go trade places with Mol." He looked at me as he said the next part and I'm pretty sure what he meant and what he said, had two entirely different meanings.

"Mol and I have things to discuss. Don't we, Mol?" he purred and gave me a sexy smile.

I could feel my face heat with embarrassment.

Jaye snorted and looked back and forth between us.

Then he paused and really looked at us.

His eyes narrowed.

"Is there anything you two want to tell me?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nope," I said at the same time as Neyenn said, "Actually, there is..."

I was saved from further talking as the pilot warned everyone to sit down and strap in.

We all sat down, me in my copilot seat and Jaye and Neyenn in the others. The jets rumbled as they came to life and I sat tight, biding my time until we got to the spaceport so I could scurry off to my apartment and hide from both of them for the next year or so, if need be.

The journey to the spaceport was uneventful and I was thankful for the quiet reprieve.

I grabbed my things and hurried towards the transit tubes that would lead to my apartment.

"Hold on there, lily white, not so fast, we have unfinished business, you and I," Neyenn called out as he approached me.

"You know, I'm really tired and I'm just gonna go home now. Let's talk later, 'kay?"

"No. We need to talk now."

I was interrupted from saying anything in response as Neyenn's family came rushing towards us from the spaceport café, the one Jaye and I love to eat at.

"Oh, Mol! Neyenn!" this from Uncle Horven, "Are you kids okay?"

A very subdued looking, but still atrociously dressed, Nona, came trotting along behind Neyenn's Uncle.

"I am so sorry! I had no idea I was unwillingly taking part in another one of Nona's schemes," he all but shouted, glaring at Neyenn's Auntie 'N'.

She looked anywhere but at Horven, examining the molding on the walls.

"It's okay, Uncle 'Ven'," Neyenn assured him, patting his uncle on the back.

"It is?" Nona asked and she seemed to brighten at that.

Horven looked over at her again and she quickly adopted the same 'kicked puppy look', glancing at Horven out of the corner of her eye to see if he bought it.

"Well, it's been fun, children, but it's Saturday and Mol and I had plans to hang out at her place and rent a movie off the boob tube, so... we will see you guys later." Jaye started to frog march me towards the tubes I had been trying to reach earlier.

"Hold your horses, chia pet, not so fast. Mol and I have plans today."

"We do?" I asked stupidly and at the same time Muna chimed in with, "You do?"

"Yes," Neyenn said simply and Jaye cut in with, "She's my best friend, so I get dibs first, cretin." Jaye started to tug one of my arms and Neyenn took hold of the other, each tugging in the opposite direction.

"Boys, boys," chided Muna, holding up her hands. "No need to fight! Let's just calmly discuss this, like adults and..."

"Let go of her, you big blue behemoth'! She's coming with me!"

"Like Hell! She's with me. Ya squidger!"

A shocked gasp came from Jaye.

"Squidger? Squidger! I'll 'squidger' you!"

They both released me at the same time and leapt at each other. They wrestled and rolled around on the floor of the spaceport lobby.

"I saw her first!" This from Jaye as he pinched Neyenn's nipple, getting a yelp from him.

"Ma! Tell him no fightin' dirty!" Neyenn put Jaye in a headlock and noogie'd him and shot back at Jaye with.

"I don't care if you saw her first. Of course you saw her first, you were so short when you were little, you two were at eye level!"

"Ggrrrr!!! I was a late bloomer and you know it! You insensitive prick!" Jaye had somehow managed to get out of the headlock and was now trying to choke hold Neyenn.

"Why now? You tryin' to make a move on my bestie? Huh, punk?! I won't let you hurt her. Mol's better than that. She's not some little tart you can use and dispose of when you're done with her! I'll marry her myself if I have to! Just to keep her from your evil clutches, do you hear me!"

Apparently, Neyenn heard loud and clear.

He flipped Jaye onto his back and straddled him, his hand wrapped around his little brother's neck.

"Molilah is MINE! You even think about being with her in a non-platonic way and, brother or no brother, I'll rip your arms off and beat you with them! Mine! My woman! I married her! So she's MY WIFE! So, THERE!"

Our entire group, and I mean everyone, froze at that.

Married? When!?

My jaw hit the floor at his proclamation.

Something borrowed... something blue

Neyenn

"Married?" Mama asked softly, "You two got married? You got married, Neye bear?" she asked again. After a moment she added, "Without me?" And even though she had a smile on her face, her chin wobbled slightly, like she didn't know whether to be happy for us, or if she wanted to cry at feeling left out of her oldest son's big day.

"Soul mates, Mama," I said softly and her expression immediately changed.

A huge smile graced her face and she beamed at me.

"Oh! Soul mates, how lovely." She clapped her hands together and then yanked at me to get me up off the ground. "Soul mates, oh!" she sighed, like it was the most romantic thing she had ever heard of.

"Whoooaa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold up there, Jethro!" Mol said, irritated, pushing her index finger into my chest. "We did not get married. I think I would remember getting married. Don't you? I'm telling you, pal! We. Did. Not. Get. Married." She punctuated each word with a poke to my chest.

"Uh, Mol?"

"Yes, blue balls?" She had her arms crossed over her chest and she was wearing a mutinous expression.

I leaned down so I could whisper in her ear.

I cleared my throat a little nervously.

"Remember what we did this morning and how we were, you know? Uh, we got, uh, you know?"

"Yyeesss, soooo?" she said, drawing it out slowly and gave me an 'aaaannnnd?' type of stare.

"If that happens or when it happens, it means you are what Rellian's would call my, erm, 'soul mate'." I held up my hands in a 'hold up a moment' gesture and hurried to finish. "It only happens when a Rellian copulates and it's with that special someone. Someone that's made just for them, their other half. By Rellian law, the act, you know what I mean, itself is enough to bind us together, uh, in marriage."

She stood there stunned for a minute and then gathered her composure.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Sooo, what you're saying is- we had crazy monkey sex," she ticked her points off on her left hand as she went, "'Captain Winkey' got stuck, and now we're married?"

As she said each word her voice rose, and I blushed and then blushed harder as the people around the spaceport started to stop what they were doing and had begun to stare at us.

It's not easy having your equipment reduced to being called 'Captain Winkey' in front of god and everyone at a crowded spaceport.

"Uhm, yup, that sums it up," I admitted.

"Lalalala! Ughh! I'm not listening! I did not just hear my bestie using the phrases 'crazy monkey sex' and 'Captain Winkey' in relation to her 'relations' with my demonic brother! Lalalalaalala! Ooww! What was that for? That hurt, Auntie 'N'! What gives?"

"Shhh up, boy! They're talking. This is the good stuff!"

Molilah

I rolled over in my bed and groaned.

I had forgotten to shut the curtains again.

I pulled my blankets over my head to shield myself from the world. I snuggled down and sighed.

Aaww. I sighed again.

And then an odd sense of deja vu struck me and I popped up out of my bed. I looked around and realized I really was back in my apartment, in my own bed. I was home.

Phew.

But I knew none of what happened yesterday or the day before was a dream.

Muna had talked Neyenn and Jaye down at the spaceport and convinced them it was best to let me have a little time to myself, to absorb everything that had happened in such a short amount of time.

I heard a clatter in my kitchen and smiled.

Must be Jaye, I thought and chuckled.

At least some things never changed.

I put my robe on and slipped into my piggy slippers. I wiggled my toes in them and headed off to the kitchen.

Hopefully, whatever breakfast Jaye had made himself was edible, this time, and if I was really lucky, he might have made enough for two.

The smell of coffee hit my nose first and then the sound of meat sizzling in a pan.

A blue arm was sticking out over the fridge door.

The occupant was bent over, grabbing things out of it.

The door closed and Neyenn's head popped into view.

"Morning, short stuff." He grinned at me and then set a container of pineapple juice on the counter. "Hungry?" he asked, reaching for a glass to pour the juice in.

"What are you doing in my kitchen?"

He looked at me again and then motioned for me to have a seat at one of stools at the breakfast bar.

"Uhm, making breakfast?"

I sat down and he handed me the glass of juice.

"So, how do you like your eggs?" he asked as he put the juice container back into the fridge.

"Over easy," I said absently as I watched the biceps in his arm flex as he deftly flipped the meat in the pan.

"'Kay."

"Thanks, blue balls," I said as I sipped my juice.

I set the glass down and started doodling patterns on the tiles with my finger.

"My pleasure, she devil." He grinned and winked at me.

I woke up a little more at that and smacked my palm down onto the counter.

"Hey! Wait a minute here! Bucko! Don't distract me!" I picked up my juice for another sip and gestured at him with it. "I'm on to you, buddy! What are you doing here? How did you even get in and don't think a little juice, some eggs, and a sexy smile is going to get you into my good graces, sir!"

"You think my smile's sexy?"

I groaned and set my juice down, then dropped my head onto my forearms.

"Did you hear anything else, besides the sexy smile part?" I mumbled and then looked up at him.

He grinned.

"Nope."

"You're hopeless," I admonished, shaking my head.

"Hopelessly in love with you?" he said with faux puppy dog eyes and a goobery expression on his face.

He looked pathetic.

To complete his look, he batted his eyelashes at me and I busted out laughing.

I picked up the object nearest me, which was a dish towel and threw it at him. He caught it before it hit him and blew air kisses at me, fanning his face with the dish towel I had just thrown at him.

I broke out into loud guffaws that turned into a round of snort giggles.

My front door opened and I looked up to see Jaye entering my apartment.

"Hello, my 'dahling'. Did you miss me?" Jaye grinned as he shut the door behind himself and locked it

He came further into the apartment and caught sight of Neyenn in the kitchen.

"Aww," he groaned dramatically. "What the heck! What is he doing here?!"

"Is that any way to greet your big brother, Jayevellan?" Neyenn teased.

"Don't call me that! Nobody calls me that! It's Jaye! Just Jaye! No Jayevellan!" He scowled at his brother as he took the stool next to me.

He pouted at me and stole my juice.

Finishing it off, he handed me back my glass.

"How could you, Mol? After all we've been through? You take up with this... this... over blown, muscle bound, blue gorilla."

Grimacing, he waved his hand around in Neyenn's general direction.

He sighed and then mock whispered, "It looks like it might not be too late. You might even be able to train this one properly. Look, he can even do a couple of tricks."

He gestured towards Neyenn, who was flipping hot cakes in a pan with one hand and then putting the eggs from another one onto a plate seconds later.

It was very quick and efficient, the way he did it. There was something graceful to his movements.

I laughed at Jaye and covered my mouth to try and hide it.

"What?" Neyenn asked, glancing over, "What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing," Jaye said casually.

"Hey, Neyenn?" he asked after a long pause, "What kinds of things are you willing to do for a treat or a tummy rub?"

"WHAT?"

This time, I laughed so hard I fell off of my stool.

I rolled around on the floor for a second, trying to contain myself because I swear, if I don't stop, I'm going to pee!

Neyenn

"I really don't see how he's related to me," I muttered as we finished putting our plates into the sink.

I came up behind Molilah as she plugged the sink and started to fill it with cleaning solution so they could soak.

I put my hands on her hips and start massaging them. I leaned in a little closer and started nibbling and placing little love bites along her neck.

She moved her neck a little more to the side, giving me better access.

"Mmmm," she moaned.

"Mol?"

"Mmhhmm?"

"I'm going to go get the boxes out of my hovie so we can start packing things, okay? I'll be back in ten."

"Mmhh... wait, what? What do we need boxes for? What are you packing?"

"Your stuff. So you can come home. With me." I kissed her neck one last time and started to pull away.

"Wait a minute, blue balls, I never said I was going to move in with you."

She put her hands on her ample hips, and I couldn't help but appreciate how hot she looks when she's mad.

Mmm mmm, my kitten has claws.

"We're married now. We are going to live together and your apartment is the size of a shoe box. My house is bigger." I looked around at her closet of an apartment and then continued. "Much bigger...much... much... much... Bigg..."

"Oooh, you asshole! Screw you!" she screeched.

"I plan to, thoroughly, as soon as we're done packing. Be kinda fun to fuck on bubble wrap, right? Get it? Snap! Crackle! Ooow! Sweet baby Jesus! Stop hitting me! Watch the face! Ow!"

When Jaye walked into the living room, he saw Mol straddling my chest, mauling me with her slipper.

That little piggy had hard plastic eyes, damn it!

He walked over us and entered the kitchen. He didn't even bat an eyelash, just started rummaging through her cupboards, like nothing was amiss.

"Hey, Mol? Do you have any more of those cookies you made the other day? You know, the ones with the chocolate chunks in them? Cause if not, you need to step it up and make some more, woman. I can't live on just bunny food, you know."

****

"This is all your fault," Jaye accused sulkily as we stood in front of the door Molilah had just shoved us out of and slammed in our faces.

"My fault? How could you not recognize a woman on the brink? Or see me in distress, for that matter, and not help your brother out?"

Jaye just stared at me, undaunted, and smirked. "Would you have helped me if the situation was reversed, big brother?"

I didn't even need to think about it.

"Touché, sir," I muttered grudgingly and trudged off to my place.

I needed a plan B for operation Molilah.

Something Old, Something New

Molilah

I woke up when I felt a weight settle on the side of the bed.

I went to sit up, but my arms were stuck.

My eyes popped open and I looked around.

My wrists were tied to the posts of my bed with two of my favorite scarves. I looked at the side of my bed and saw Neyenn sitting on the edge, with a book in his hands.

He had on a pair of reading glasses and he was so deep into reading the book, he hadn't noticed I'd woken up yet.

"Yo, asshole! Untie me!"

His eyes popped up and he snapped the book shut.

"Hey, baby," he said sweetly and smiled.

He took off his glasses and set them, along with the book, on top of my night stand and started taking off his shirt.

"What are you doing?" I asked incredulously and glanced at the spine of the book. "One Hundred and One Ways to Get Her Motor Running," I read out loud.

Where do people come up with this crap and what does he need a sex book for?

He did just fine without it the other day.

"Neyenn?" I asked again as he started to take off his pants.

"Hhhmmm?" he replied absently.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking off my pants," he said nonchalantly, acting like he didn't get what I'd meant.

"I noticed that... so, why am I tied to the bed?"

He folded his pants neatly and set them on the back of my vanity chair. I noticed he had a few more books stacked on the seat of the chair.

I couldn't see the titles, but there were little sticky notes marking pages throughout the books.

What the heck is he up to?

I mean, I can gleam the general direction of his thoughts, but...

He picked up my fancy cookie tray, the one I use for entertaining, off of the floor and I noticed he had it full of things.

There was honey, strawberries, sliced grevnel, Rellian chocolate sauce, whipped cream and a pair of scissors.

My eyes bugged out at the sight of the scissors.

I started struggling in my bonds, trying to scoot away from him.

"What the hell are you gonna do?" I laughed nervously, still squirming around, "Cut me open and stuff my chest cavity full of fruit and a sugary filling?"

He picked up the scissors and started walking towards me, then he was slowly leaning towards me.

He frowned down at me.

"You've been hanging around Jaye too long, baby. Do you hear how ridiculous you sound right now?"

He put the scissors up to the end of my shirt and started snipping it, methodically, in an almost surgical fashion.

He sliced my shirt all the way up to the neck, until it was in two neatly cut pieces.

"See?" he chided, staring at my exposed breasts. "Did that hurt?"

He set the scissors back down on the tray and came back to sit on the bed beside me.

"I liked that shirt, mister," I said a little peevishly and at the same time he said, "We need to talk."

I gawked at him.

"Right now?" I asked in disbelief. "Like this?" I sputtered a little bit.

He shrugged.

"Yeah. Why not." He said this as if I wasn't sitting here tied to my bed with my fun bags hanging out.

He dipped his finger into the Rellian chocolate sauce and started painting it across my breasts. He was drawing little swirls and patterns absently as he went.

"I want you to move in with me." He brought his finger to my mouth and started painting my lips with it.

I nipped his finger and he smiled, pulling his hand back.

"I already told you. I..."

He put his lips to mine to silence me, licking at the chocolate on them and then dipping his tongue inside, giving me a taste.

"Mmm," I murmured and nipped at his lips.

He pulled back and grabbed a strawberry off of the tray. He put it up to my breast and I jumped.

It was ice cold.

His eyes turned to slits as he concentrated on the strawberry's path, slowly circling around my nipple through the chocolate sauce.

"Move in with me," he said again.

"No."

He leaned forward, taking a nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue back and forth over it for a moment and then suckled hard and released it with a wet pop.

The bud was tight, hard and sensitive now.

He blew on it and I shivered.

He picked up the strawberry again and started rubbing it slowly across my hardened bud. He watched, seeming fascinated at its progress.

He did the same to my other breast and then pressed the strawberry to my lips, so I could take a bite.

It was sweet and tart.

I could taste the chocolate on it from where he had been rubbing it across my skin.

He took a bite too and then set it down. He kissed me then and I could taste the strawberry and chocolate on his tongue.

Our tongues played a little bit, dueling and tasting each other, while his hand started trailing down my chest to my belly button.

He swirled a finger through and around it in little figure eights and circles as we kissed.

I sucked on his tongue for a minute and he moaned, returning the favor.

"I love the way you taste," he murmured huskily and started trailing kisses down my body, stopping at all the important parts and giving them his undivided attention.

He started pulling my panties down and I lifted my hips for him.

"You're going to move in with me," he informed me and nipped my stomach, then my hip bone.

He kissed a path from one hip bone to the other, lightly grazing my mound as he went.

"N...ooohh," I moaned as he took my clit into his mouth and sucked lightly.

He ran his tongue down my slit, from the top to the bottom, slowly and lightly, in a tease.

He kept it up, dividing his attention between my slit and my clit, circling at the top, swirling around my button and then journeying back to my folds in exploration.

I was writhing on the bed, fighting to free my wrists, favorite scarves be damned.

"Please.... Neyenn... please!" I started mumbling and begging for him to give me what I wanted, what I needed.

He got up from the bed and took off his boxer briefs and I had never been so happy to see a large blue appendage in my life.

Now, I just had to get him to put that puppy to good use.

"Come here," I demanded throatily and he looked at me, surprised.

I licked my lips and he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the motion.

"You want this, baby?" he asked quietly, walking up to the head of the bed, holding himself and then stroking his shaft from root to tip.

I noticed something then that I hadn't paid much attention to before, he wasn't circumcised.

Then again, this was the first real good look I've had of his iguanodon since we've started all this.

Maybe it's weird to say this, but it was beautiful to me.

He put one knee on the bed and angled himself close.

I leaned forward, as much as I could, and gave the underside of his shaft a slow lick.

His breath caught and he put his arms on the headboard for leverage.

I swirled my tongue around the head and he jerked.

I pulled back a little to get a good view of the picture he presented standing there.

He looked magnificent, like one of those muscled Greek statues come to life. His eyes closed, head lowered in supplication, leaning forward slightly, the one knee braced on the bed.

His arms raised and braced on the headboard, a fine sheen of sweat starting to form on his forehead.

I licked the head of his shaft again and then took him into my mouth. Shallow at first, almost in a tease and then I relaxed my throat and took him as far as I could go.

He groaned and tensed up, like he wanted to move, but didn't want to choke me. He pulled out a little, panting heavily and then pushed back in.

He was shaking from his efforts and he was so hot like this, it turned me on just as much as if the foreplay was for me.

I pulled him back into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the underside of his cock head as I slowly sucked his shaft and pushed him in and out of my mouth.

It was a little awkward, not having much leverage or free hands, but he was more than happy to help.

He pulled out of my mouth and backed up a little, grabbing the scissors to cut off my scarves.

Scarves, I thought to myself, what scarves? This was worth it.

"Get on your knees," he demanded and my body gushed at his bossy command.

He's so sexy when he goes all 'cave man' in the bedroom.

I got on my knees and he climbed up behind me on the bed.

I wiggled a little onto his crotch and he slapped my ass.

"Ouch," I yelped and slapped his thigh. "How do you like it?" I demanded.

He chuckled and leaned forward, his mouth near my ear, his body blanketing mine.

"You can spank me anytime you want, baby," he chuckled huskily into my ear, giving the lobe a nip and a lick, making me shiver.

He knew exactly how to push my buttons.

I shifted restlessly against him and he rubbed his shaft along my clit, sliding it back and forth.

I turned my head and nipped his shoulder, letting him know I meant business.

He rose up and put his hands on my hips, rubbing his hands along my back and my bottom as he lined his shaft up and slid home.

He was gripping my hips now and grinding himself against my pelvis.

I whimpered and wiggled a little to get him moving.

The tease.

Neyenn felt even bigger like this.

He pulled out and then pushed in really fast.

"Hang on to the headboard," he grunted and I complied.

The second he realized I was braced, he started pounding into me.

It was rough and wild.

The slapping of our bodies was loud as we rocked back and forth together in a rhythm as old as time.

There was a freeing feeling to it and he looked so damned sexy, the cords in his neck straining and his muscles bunching and flexing with his movements as I peeked at him from over my shoulder.

He snuck his hand around to my clit and started rubbing his index finger around it teasingly.

"I'm close, baby, come for me," he growled and that was all it took.

I came, my muscles tightening and releasing around his shaft, contracting wildly.

He tensed up and then groaned, pushing into me as if he thought it could possibly go in more.

After a few minutes, he slumped against me and we both plopped down on the bed heavily, on our sides. We were still connected because of his 'little problem', as I so fondly call it.

We laid there panting, just trying to catch our breaths.

There was a tell-tale 'creak' and an odd crunching sound as my bed collapsed. My mattress and box spring fell to the ground with a 'woosh', taking us with it.

Startled, we looked around at the destruction that was now my room and I laughed.

I couldn't help it.

The absurdity of the whole thing was just too much.

"Oh, my gosh! I can't believe we broke the bed," I guffawed and Neyenn chuckled along with me.

Eventually, his body relaxed enough for him to slip out of me and we walked to the bathroom to clean up.

I still can't believe we broke the friggin' bed!

Time to come clean

Neyenn

"So, what time do you want me to come by to get your stuff?" I asked.

We hadn't made much progress today. Well, not unless 'boinking each other's brains' out was on the agenda.

We hadn't made it past the bedroom until after it started to get dark and our stomachs started growling.

Fruit, chocolate sauce and whipped cream can only sustain a fella for so long. Even if I am eating it off of a heathen goddess.

We showered and ate dinner and are now lounging on the couch cuddling.

"I tried to tell you, but you refuse to listen to me. I'm not ready yet," she said tersely and I got pissed off.

I don't see what the problem is here.

"And when will you be ready, Molilah?" I demanded, getting up from the couch.

I turned to face her, my hands on my hips.

"Let me see if I have this straight here. So, you can eat with me, cuddle with me, talk with me, fuck with me," I ticked them off on my fingers, holding them up for her to see. "Do everything else a couple does, but be with me, right? Am I getting this right?" I asked and I couldn't hold back anymore. "Is this all we are, all I am to you?" I gestured to myself and then toward her bedroom. "Jesus, Mol, I'm not a patient male. What do you expect from me?"

"I thought you would give me some time," she said testily, her arms crossed and the nails of one hand tapping on the elbow of the opposite arm.

"What do you need time for? You know me," I said, pointing at myself. "I know you." I gestured at her.

"We've known each other, practically our whole lives, Mol. There's not much we don't know about each other. So, you can't use that as an excuse. We're married. Married people live together. Why don't we?"

I ran my fingers through my hair in aggravation and then laughed bitterly.

"Look," I threw my hands up in the air in frustration, "We even argue like a married couple." I sighed and rubbed my face, feeling tired and weary.

I glanced at her.

She had a 'look' on her face.

I know that look.

She didn't seem like she'd be budging any time soon.

"You know what, Mol? Fine. You win." I scooped up my keys and jacket. "You win. You want time? You got it." I walked over to the door.

I put my hand on the knob and paused for a minute, waiting and hoping she would say something, anything, but she didn't and the silence was deafening.

I opened the door and paused again, my back still turned.

"I love you, Molilah," I admitted loudly and she gasped behind me.

I cleared my throat and continued hoarsely. "I guess I always have. It just took me a while to figure it out. And now that I have, I always will. Ball's in your court now, short stuff."

I left reluctantly and quietly shut the door behind me.

It was one of the hardest things I had ever done, but I put one foot in front of the other and walked away.

For how long? I don't know. That was in her hands now and only time would tell.

One Week Later

And this little piggy had none

Jaye

I can't believe what I'm about to do.

How long does it take to fix these things, anyways?

Why couldn't it be like an infection? You know, take this prescription for a week and come back if the symptoms haven't cleared up by then.

I put my ear up to the door and listened intently for any clues to my bestie's current frame of mind. I hadn't seen her in a few days, since after I heard about her fall out with Neyenn.

How Mama knew? I'll never know, but I figured Mol would want some privacy to get her thoughts in order.

Oh, yeah, and there was that little thing about Mama saying to leave Mol alone so she could come around or she would, and I'm quoting Ma here 'Get me'.

I shuddered.

Never piss that woman off.

I put my hand on the knob and noticed it wasn't locked.

I pushed the door open and peeked inside, cautiously, just in case.

What I found when I stepped inside stunned me.

The place was wrecked.

It looked like a tornado had hit!

It was a pig sty!

The most shocking thing, though, was Mol sitting on the couch, in the middle of the pig sty, huddled on one end watching television.

She perked up when she saw the door open, scattering the bag of chips, she'd been eating out of, everywhere as she jumped up.

She realized it was me and slumped back down into her seat.

I closed the door shut behind me and started making my way to the kitchen. I dug under the cabinet below the sink until I found a pair of kitchen gloves.

They were bright pink, but, hey, beggars can't be choosers, right?

I tromped my way to the couch, picking up 'debris' and depositing it into a trash bag I had nabbed from the kitchen.

"Molilah?" I asked, crunching as I sat on her couch.

Bleck!

Guess I wasn't too attached to these pants anyways.

"What the heck are you doing?"

She took her eyes off the TV and I got a good look at her.

She was wearing a big t-shirt that looked familiar, I think it was the one I had her put in her bag for me for my birthday picnic, and she had her robe on over it. She had one piggy slipper on, one off.

The mysterious missing piggy was clutched to her chest and it seemed as if she was hugging it.

The pig looked a little 'worse for the wear' and it took me a second to put two and two together.

That was probably the one she had been beating Neyenn with the other day.

Oh, this was just sad!

Of all the ridiculous...!

"Get up! Get dressed! Now! This is ridiculous! Molilah Harvick, you are going to go to him, do you hear me! And tell him! Right now, young lady!"

She looked at me stunned and blinked "Wha..?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you?! You two are embarrassing!" I said impatiently, tapping my shoe on the floor.

It crunched every other tap, but I chose to ignore it.

"You are going. To tell him. You love him. Got it? Now, get up. I can't believe you... moping around.... pining for him... wearing one of my favorite shirts... getting chips cheese all over it....." I muttered. "And why? Because you're both too stubborn to say you 'love' each other!" I grumbled, exasperated.

"He did," she said quietly and I almost didn't hear her.

"What?" I asked, just to be sure I had heard her correctly.

"I said, he did. He told me. That he... that he... that he loved me. Right before he... he... he lllleeeefffttt meee," she started to wail.

I sat down right next to her and pulled her onto my lap.

She rested her head on my chest and I rubbed her back until she calmed down.

"Then why are you here and why is he there, Mol? Do you not love him back?" I asked softly.

"Of course I do! I know I do! It's just..." she trailed off.

"Just what, Mol?"

"What if he decides, one day, he doesn't love me anymore? What if he leaves me?" she asked, a pained look on her face.

"There are no guarantees in life, chick a dee, you know that. But would you rather never try and let him slip through your fingers? What if he's your chance to be happy and you let him go? Could you live with yourself, not knowing what could have been, Mol?"

She sniffed and wiped her nose on my shirt.

Ack!

"You know what, Jayeleebean? You're right," she said, kissing my cheek, "Thanks, I needed that."

She made her way to her bedroom and a few minutes later I heard the shower turn on.

I got up and examined my orange, chip encrusted, rump, snotted on shirt, and crunchy loafers.

I need a damn hazmat suit to come in here!

The things I do for these people!

Easy to please

Neyenn

It had been a week. One very long friggin' week and I was dying.

I felt like my chest was being crushed. Like my heart was trying to escape from my rib cage.

I didn't want to do anything.

I used to laugh when I heard people talking like that. Thinking to myself, what a puss, it couldn't be that bad.

Well, I was wrong.

I guess the joke's on me.

I sat hunched in my chair in the dark, watching the moons in the sky.

They looked beautiful tonight. One green, the other blue, different and yet together, complimenting each other up there, in perfect harmony.

The weather was mild this time of year and it was quiet outside, too quiet.

I had never realized how quiet and lonely my life was until Molilah crashed in and out of it the way she did.

I mean, she's always been around, I've known her my whole life. But our time 'together-together' really opened my eyes.

I don't know what I'm going to do if she doesn't come around. She's addictive, I thought to myself. I crave her.

Like a drug.

The feel of her skin, her laughter, her smile, the sound of her voice.

Hell, I would take her beating me with a slipper again if it meant getting her back.

I smiled a little at the memory.

"Hey, blue balls, you got room for one more here?" I heard from behind me and turned to see Molilah standing in the entryway to the house, arms full of bags.

Jaye came in a minute later, carrying a heavy box and set it down, wiping his hands on his pants.

"Well, idiot, what are you doing just standing there? I practically gift wrapped her and brought her to you. What are you waiting for? Git' yerself yer woman!" he bellowed in a terrible impersonation of a Scot's brogue.

He smiled and nudged Mol a little in my direction, then went back outside to get more boxes.

Hhmm.

Seems like my little she devil told Jaye about the 'Scottish on the beach', if my intuition is correct.

Could it be the little heathen missed me too?

She set her bags down and came hurrying towards me.

We met each other half way across the back lawn.

I scooped her up in my arms and twirled her around.

She laughed and threw her arms around my neck.

She looked into my eyes, and even though she hadn't said it back, I could see it in them, shining brightly.

Her love, all there, just for me.

"You know we're gonna fight like cats and dogs, right?" she asked, and I nodded, smiling a little as she pecked me on the lips.

"I'm still going to mess with you and piss you off. Can you live with that?"

"Yes," I whispered against her lips and took her mouth roughly.

She tasted like grevnel fruit and sunshine.

She tasted like Molilah.

Mine.

I pulled back and looked at her.

"I'm still going to be a possessive, overbearing asshole. Can you handle that?"

She grinned and ran her fingers through my hair, scraping her nails along my scalp as she went.

Goose flesh broke out all over my skin and I closed my eyes for a second, in bliss.

She pulled my lower lip into her mouth and sucked lightly, releasing it to pull back a little and look into my eyes again.

"I think I can handle it." She grinned and winked saucily at me.

I laughed out loud at that, long and low.

"I love you, you big blue bastard'," she said lovingly and ran her hands over my cheeks, cupping my face.

"I shouldn't have let you go that day at my apartment. I'm sorry, I was wrong. I was scared." She took a deep breath. "It took me a little while and a stern talking to from Jaye- your brother can be sensible sometimes\- for me to realize some things about myself. I have trouble letting people in. I realize now it was a silly worry, where you're concerned, and I needed to just 'get over it'."

She grabbed my cheeks and mooshed them together, so I was making fishy lips, then glared at me, "But if you tell anyone I said I was wrong and all that other junk, I'll maim you, got it?"

I nodded, unable to talk, and she grinned like a loon.

Molilah grabbed me by my pointy ears, pulled our faces together and kissed me for all she was worth.

I kissed her back.

This kiss was different.

It was full of all the things we still had left unsaid between us.

All the things we wanted to say, couldn't say or hadn't thought of yet.

It was a pledge.

A promise of forever.

It was like the kiss was a seal to a pact, our unspoken pact.

We were stuck with each other, 'til death do us part, for better or for worse, no matter what and I couldn't be happier.

"I love you too," I whispered against her smiling lips.

"Ye 'ave bewitched me! Ya lily white arsed she devil!" I shouted and laughed.

"Ow! Ow! Jesus, Mol! Not the face!" I protested between belly laughs.

Three Months Later

Shake ya groove thang

Molilah

"Wow, their Auntie really likes to dance, huh?" Darlah said from beside me.

If her facial expressions were anything to go by, I would say she was fighting between amusement and being horrified.

It was quite a show.

"Yep," I responded easily, grinning, holding Neyenn's phone up to get a good angle of Nona as she shimmied her generous hips in time to the music.

She was circling around Uncle Horven, who was grinning from ear to ear, encouraging her.

"Woo, sugar, shake it for Daddy! Come on, lil' Mama!"

"Oh, that is just nasty! I think I'm gonna be sick!" Jaye groaned loudly from my left side, opposite Darlah.

Fake gagging noises came from Jaye's general direction, and I laughed, still holding the phone up to make sure I didn't miss a thing.

"That is not... normal! There should be an age limit to displays like that or something," muttered Jaye.

Pudge, the dog, was on the edge of the dance floor, standing on his back legs, prancing about and barking, like he wanted to join in too.

I made sure I got that too!

I chuckled to myself and smiled a secret smile.

Big blue arms wrapped around my waist and a warm, familiar, very dear body pressed up against my back.

I leaned back and sighed contentedly.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about Auntie 'N's new found love of dirty dancing would you, lily white?" There was an accusatory edge to his tone, but I could also feel the smile against my neck as he asked.

"Mwaaah?" I asked innocently, pointing to myself.

"Yes, you. Ya little she devil," he said laughingly.

Keeping my face straight somehow, I shrugged.

"How could I prompt Nona to dance, blue balls? I didn't even know she could dance."

He took his phone from my fingers and turned the video recorder off. He stuffed it into his pocket, a smile playing at his face as he tried to contain it.

He lost it and grinned, shaking his head at me.

Neyenn leaned in right next to my ear and whispered, "Miss me yet, baby?" He nipped my ear lobe and chuckled huskily as I shivered.

"You know..?" I whispered back, remembering something I had been meaning to ask him. "I never did ask what you were researching in that sex book, that one day. You know, when we broke my bed." I turned to nip his chin.

Now it was his turn to shiver.

He looked at me sheepishly.

"I didn't know how to tie the scarves into a proper knot so they would stay tied and still be able to untie them easily enough. So, I looked it up. Ponne suggested the book."

I raised my brows at that. "Really?"

He looked serious, so I decided to go with it.

"And the other books, with the pages marked?" I asked, looking at him dubiously.

"Work texts, about the new solar electromagnetic shield technology we're trying to perfect," he said and snorted. "I, ah, had been at your place half the night, waiting for you to wake up," he admitted.

"If you read it just to learn about the knots..." I said skeptically, "then what were you reading it for after I was tied up?" I asked, remembering that little bit of information.

"Oh, no. Then I was just looking at the illustrations. There were a couple of chapters I found pretty interesting... In fact, I think we should go try some of those things out, waddaya say?" he purred, grinning lecherously, and I elbowed him.

"Perv," I said pertly.

"Mmm, but you like it," he growled in my ear.

Jaye, who was not privy to our whispered private conversation, said, "Molilah, please tell me he's wrong? Tell me you didn't do that," he pointed at Nona, who was 'shakin' her groove maker', "to Nona? Please? I thought you loved me, woman!?"

He put his head in his hands and groaned dramatically.

I didn't say anything and Jaye groaned again.

"You are just cruel, Mol. He's corrupted you!" he shouted dramatically, pointing accusingly at Neyenn.

Neyenn let out a loud bark of laughter and kissed the top of my head.

"Well, your Uncle Horven seems to be enjoying himself," Darlah observed as she grinned and adjusted her glasses, pushing them up on her nose.

"Who do you think helped me spike Nona's punch?" I smiled and Neyenn busted up laughing.

That full belly laugh I loved to hear.

He turned me in his arms and kissed me.

It started to get a little 'R rated' so we pulled back a little, remembering we were in a room full of people.

"You are evil, my love! I love it." A smug, proud smile graced his face, a smile that said, 'Yeah, see?! My woman did that!'

"She's going to get you back when she figures out that it was you, you know that though, right?" Neyenn asked.

"No, she won't," I said confidently and continued, "Not unless she wants that video uploaded onto the internet."

Darlah gave me an appreciative glance and smirked.

"I like the way you think Mol, I'm glad we're friends. Ha! Ha! I never wanna be on your bad side."

I slung my arm around her shoulder and gave her a one armed hug.

"Glad I met you too, Dar, you're pretty awesome yourself....For a nerd. Ha! Ha! Just kidding!"

Darlah laughed and flung my arm off, pretending to be offended for a minute and then couldn't help it and laughed along with me again.

Darlah is the daughter of Joseph, the pilot who picked us up when we were stranded on the Planet of Natural Forestry

Turns out ol' Joe is a pretty cool dude.

We had asked him out for dinner with the whole family a few weeks after we got home, to say 'thank you'.

He'd brought Darlah along and the rest is history.

Dar is one pretty awesome chick a dee, she fit right into our tight knit group, seamlessly.

She has a quick wit and a quirky sense of humor.

"Nice skirt, Jaye? You switch teams or something?" Darlah asked Jaye.

Jaye gave a sulky glare and cleared his throat.

"It's a kilt, Darlah Mae," Jaye said, putting emphasis on Dar's full first name, because he knew it would bother her.

She looked at him, unruffled, and smiled sweetly.

"Oh, of course... Jayevellan... How silly of me."

He glared at her and turned around to stomp off.

It looked more like a twirl in his kilt and I giggled at the picture he presented.

He looked like a 'scott-sicle' with all that blue skin and full Scottish regalia.

"I told him he shouldn't have taken a bet with you," I sighed and looked at Neyenn. I smiled and patted his cheek. "But he just wouldn't listen."

Neyenn chuckled and then gave me one last kiss before he walked off to find Ponne. Something about a project they were working on together for their client.

They design the protective shields for planets that are being terra formed for us, relatively, regular air breathers.

Most planets, in the furthest sections, like our quadrant, typically have indigenous predators on the unclaimed regions of a planet.

They can exist in their atmosphere as is, so the shields protect us lowly regular air suckers from becoming prey, without interrupting their progress.

Don't worry for those predators, though, there are rules and regulations that have to be followed in order to protect the indigenous creatures of any planet.

It's saved millions of species from becoming extinct, like most of the mammals from 'Old Earth' did.

"So," Dar whispered conspiratorially, "What did you put in her drink?"

"Rellian fire liquor," I giggled and she grinned.

"How positively evil, Mol. I love it. Done in by her own method of madness."

I bowed dramatically. "Thank you. Thank you."

Whoa, baby

Neyenn

"Did you have anything to do with that?" Ponne asked as he glanced at the dance floor, a frown wrinkling his brow. I shook my head 'no' and smirked. "Good 'cause it's almost disturbing. Your Uncle is really, uh... enjoying himself."

I snorted.

"Don't begrudge him his happiness. Poor guy is usually spending all his time trying to reign in Nona. Let him have his moment in the sun," I said and laughed.

Ponne laughed too.

Molilah came walking up to us and handed me a drink.

I looked at her questioningly, sniffed it and took a teeny tiny sip.

She smirked and elbowed me.

"I don't need to liquor you up to have my wicked way with you, Neanderthal. You're already a horny toad, thank you," she said all full of sass and winked.

Ponne stood still for a moment and started sniffing the air.

He looked like Pudge trying to sniff something out.

Cardanians can be a little odd sometimes, but who am I to judge, to each their own I say.

Ponne stopped scenting the air, or whatever he was doing, and held his hand out to me.

"Congratulations, my friend," he enthused, grinning.

"Uh, thanks," I responded automatically, confused, and shook his hand. "On what, though?"

"The baby." Ponne beamed and pointed at Mol's stomach.

"Whaaaa..?" Mol and I blurted loudly, dumbstruck.

"A baby!" Mama gasped from behind me. "OH! Oh, my god! Yes, yes, yes! I'm gonna be a grandma!" she crowed, doing some strange victory dance.

Now I know where Jaye gets his 'moves' from.

"Oh, my goodness, I need to call Mary Sue! And Bill! They need to know! Kenvey!" she squealed, shouting for my dad, "Get me the com, quick! We're gonna be grandparents!"

"Shouldn't we be telling my parents?" Mol whispered, smiling at me.

I could hear the laughter in her voice as she asked and I knew she didn't mind my mother telling her parents the good news.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled with happiness and excitement.

A baby, I thought as I pulled her close and kissed her possessively.

Mine, I thought and grinned.

Mine for forever.

Epilogue

Darlah

"The baby's coming," Neyenn growled as he paced the birthing center's waiting room. "She's in pain! And those bastards won't let me in there!" he snarled and I backed up a step.

Neyenn is one scary guy.

He's huge and I plan to never get on his bad side or in his way when he's pacing.

He would probably squash me like a bug.

"It will be okay, hun," Mary Sue said calmly from her perch on the couch.

She didn't even pause in her complicated knitting as she said this.

The woman is a true multi-tasker.

"They just brought her back there, Neye, give them a minute to get her settled and then you can go back," Muna soothed as she walked in, carrying Molilah's purse and suitcase.

Neyenn had forgotten it in his rush to get Molilah to the birthing center.

"I don't want to wait! She needs me! This is BULL SHIiiii... umph..."

His eyes rolled back in his head as he slumped to the floor.

"You're welcome," Jaye said smugly and stepped over Neyenn's prone form, a cast iron skillet in his hands.

He was waving it around like he was practicing his tennis swing, and I frowned at him.

"Jayevellan Harvick! Give me that!" Muna huffed as she grabbed the skillet, glaring at him.

"What?" he said defensively. "He was being hysterical. They would have kicked him out if he'd kept up his fussin' and then he'd miss the birth. I helped him." He chuckled. "He'll thank me later."

Nona walked in and stopped in her tracks.

She looked from Neyenn on the floor, who was now groaning, to Muna holding a skillet, to Jaye laughing like a hyena, and raised an eyebrow at her.

Muna looked at the direction Nona's inspection had taken and shoved the skillet behind her back, as if that would hide the evidence.

"Do I even want to know?" Nona asked and then laughed. "Of course I do. Do tell?" She glanced over, noticing me watching from my corner.

I smiled and offered her a share of the candy I had been munching on while I enjoyed the show.

I love this family, I thought as I smiled to myself and relayed all that had just transpired.

The End

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Jeanette Lynn lives with her "Incredible Hunk", beyond awesome kiddos, and slightly eccentric terrier mixes "Mag Pie" and "Ollie".

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