Aurora Borealis
Me fidgeting around like a nervous wreck wouldn't help aurora, and neither would it help our tech crew: jim and anjali.
Marianne's Story: Casual Alien Bar Sex
Marianne sat at the bar with her gray ars drooping low across most of her face while lazily watching the aliens on the wall monitor talk about galactic politics. Occasionally she drank from her tall glass of some green fermented liquid she hoped would...