Alien Exodus, Page 2

  “Hot water,” she ordered, and a steaming stream poured into her cooled bath. The memories stirred up some agitation in her mind; some annoying emotions. Her hand traveled down her flat belly. She traced the square abdominal muscles. She scratched her fuzzy bump. Bob had been fun in the bunk - that crazy alien tongue! - though eventually not worth the aggravation.

  No matter.

  Her makers hadn’t engineered out the handy, finger-tip-sized toy for her private pleasure, down there.

  Thoughtful of them.