Twarn't long afore the drone of the engines

Twarn't long afore the drone of the engines inspired Kelly to sing to his lonesome: "I am a poor starfaring stranger, traveling through this vasty space" Kelly looked at the stasis

chambers. The passengers where mostly engineered mutants for the colonies, but here was an earth female with hardly a blemish. Kelly hacked the monitors & deactivated her hibernati

-on Medulla Protocol. The Earth Woman's eyes blinked open. Kelly bit her lip. It was true. The mutant passengers could not know she was aboard. Even the ESI Restraints wouldn't

protect her mammalian, Earthling body from the amorous ravages these higher-evolved aliens were capable of. Boy! she thought, bus rides back home aren't as arousing as this! No,

I have never in my whole life been aroused by any incident, happening or happenstance occurring on the number 24 bus from Pimlico to Hampstead via Trafalgar Square. She munched

I could ask her to ride the bus with me to observe me. I was afraid that would endanger our already shaky relationship. When I looked at her to propose the outing a snow pea rolled

from of my pant legs. "You're back on peas? I thought you quit." She pushed me into a locker and ran away crying. I didn't want to hurt anyone, I just wanted world peas.

I was a liver, not a tater. She didn't understand it. Peas completed me. I even had a tattoo across my chest: "Let there be peas on earth." I squiggled after her, hoping to explain

myself. "This might be cheesy, but please take the time to process it before poking holes in what I have to say. Emmental tell you this before: I'm bleu without you." She softened.