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gills flush blue when you are angry or upset, but the human’s entire face will redden with both anger, pleasure, happiness, and embarrassment. They call it blushing. It will also flush with temperature fluctuations because they do not know how to alter their blood temperature in times of stress.”
    “What odd creatures.”
    “Fascinating and very complex little creatures. There is so much to learn about them. And everything they do has different effects and consequences. I think they may be able to teach us how to broaden our ability to achieve bodily pleasure. They certainly enjoy being touched.”
    “That is very good, because I just want to constantly pet her. I need to sleep. I’m shutting down,” Troy said suddenly as another yawn escaped him. “Do you feel it to be safe if I rest with her? I will be careful. I don’t want to injure her.”
    “Of course. I’ll help you settle her after you clean up.”
    Troy approached the sleeping unit nervously, pausing to stare at the bruised, naked body of the tiny dark-haired girl who remained in her drug-induced slumber. Tralec lifted the cubicle’s lid and gently pushed Skylar’s body to the far side to make room for Troy to slide next to her. The sleeping cubes were designed to fit the men snugly, giving a sense of being encapsulated in a warm, fragrant, calming womb. There was no significant room for another person, even one as tiny as Skylar, so Tralec laid the sleeping girl on top of Troy’s chest. He carefully positioned her limbs so that she would feel secure and comfortable and placed her little head to snuggle against his pod-mate’s wide, bare shoulder. A tiny smile drifted across her face.
    “She seems to be at peace,” Tralec smiled, slipping a thin blanket over the two of them.
    “She is so warm! And very soft,” Troy said, gently wrapping his arm around her back and stroking the flesh along her spine.
    “Enjoy her. Rest well,” Tralec said, closing the cubicle’s lid and watching as it filled with the moist, aromatic gas that provided a deep, restorative sleep.
    “You, too, brother. Thanks.”
    Troy pulled the warm body to his chest and ran his lips along the top of her head. She felt so natural in his long arms and fit so beautifully resting on top of him like he was a living mattress. Skylar mumbled something in her sleep and kissed his chest before turning her head to rest her other cheek upon him. He could feel the pounding of his heart touching hers. They seemed to be synchronized.
    “Papa Troy will take care of his little girl,” he said quietly. “You have a daddy and a papa to watch out for you now, and we will keep you safe, warm, and happy.”
    “Papa Troy?” Skylar murmured, snuggling her face deeper into the thick muscle under her head.
    “Yes, Skylar. Papa Troy is here,” he said, determined to learn more terms to show his affection to this tiny alien creature. “Are you in pain?”
    “No. Cold. Hungry. So hungry…” she muttered. “So sleepy.”
    “Sleep then. We will awaken in three of your hours and you can eat.”
    “I want fried chicken and mashed taters and…” she sleepily listed off her favorite foods.
    “Good thing we have Tralec,” Troy said gratefully. “There is no way I could ever remember all these things without his help.”
    “Who’s Tralec?”
    “Daddy, child. He’s your daddy now.”
    “I like Daddy, too. He won’t let Paul come after me, will he?” She lifted her tired face to look up at him.
    “No. The Paul will never bother you again. Papa Troy made sure of that.”
    “Good. Tell Daddy no more shots. They hurt.”
    “Daddy will do what he needs to in order to help you.”
    “I don’t like it. Make him stop.”
    “How are you not sleeping with this gas going? Put your head down and let Papa Troy rest. I must sleep now.”
    “I wanna get up,” Skylar said, her voice getting stronger as she began to rouse.
    “Not yet. Sleep.”
    “I don’t wanna sleep. Lemme get up.”
    “Damn.