Mrs Robinson
But the females of third earth had all evolved with one extra bonus function humans had not, the pouting entrance into their womb or egg sack which ever that female had was designed to be penetrable ad penetration was what she had in mind as she pushes down
Fevered Dreams
**fevered dreams** night had fallen on third earth, the sort of quiet, peaceful, comforting darkness that made it seem all was right with the world--that made it easy to forget everything that had been lost, all the death and pain and
Thundercats: The ones who fly at night
"well, grune called it an 'artifact', he said it must be really old, from before third earth, and really valuable, so we brought it here to see if it was." "yes, but what did it look like, was it like a weapon or..." "a book." panthro said bluntly.