Alien Mate
"Your comment makes no sense, earthling. My lap is still on my legs. I speak of the communicator for my vessel. It must have been damaged in my plunge into that vat of foul liquid. I have no way of contacting my ship's computer. This is a complete disaster."
"You are loco." She laughed. "Figures, a man who kisses a chubby maid like me would be out of his mind. Since you are obviously fine, or as fine as someone like you can be, I will be leaving, seor."
The voluptuous earthling turned to leave just as the sound of baying animals sounded, their rabid voices carried on the rising dawn air.
"Wait," he called out. When she did not stop, he strode after her and grabbed her arm, spinning her.
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