“Can you…” she paused, seeming to self correct “…come in here? “I’m sure you are.” Max growled, then lay back down. XXX And had dinner. She could do this. Max took a moment to adjust Cait’s breasts so they sat properly under the form-hugging garment, then with a sad but well meaning friendly smile turned away to attend to drying and dressing herself. It was painful but not excruciatingly so like Montague’s impromptu removal had been. They automatically magnetised together and with a little mental focus Cait was able to re-engage with the prosthetic. They will be forced to turn against Earth.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“We aren’t.” Montague shrugged. Cait hesitated then let out a long sigh. Cait saw her nose was bloodied and she had a black eye. “Including the fact that mere minutes before you entered the Dead Zone, you adjusted your ship’s heading
