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humans say ‘good’ bye, when leaving can be sad?” Citun asked in his language.
    “Yeah, I’ll cry all night,” she grumbled.
    “I won’t hurt you,” Citun said. He kept his tone soft seeing her mounting distress.
    “Says you and ah, oh, let’s see,” she said and lifted a hand to begin counting on her fingers. “A Tonan, an assassin from hell claiming to be from a planet called Brax, a snake-man or man-snake. And last but not least a Cono. You make an even five.” She made a fist. “A blasted handful,” she yelled.
    Citun took her fist and gently pried her fingers loose. “Tonans can be evil, but some are looking for mates. I heard the Braxians have their hands full with a few wayward assassins, all deadly. Since you are alive, I’m guessing you killed the assassin or he actually let you live.” She colored and he guessed the latter.
    “He was hideous,” she whispered.
    “Most are. The snake-man might have been from a different dimension. I admit I’ve never heard of a Cono before.”
    Citun shifted to release her, and she crawled off him to sit at his side. Her long dark hair covered her features until she raised her face and he was impaled by beautiful blue eyes. Delicate cheek bones, white teeth, rounded globes for breasts peeked from under a tiny leather tanned shirt having come askew, Citun was certain he found his mate. When she noticed where his gaze settled, she stuffed the beauties back into her shirt, hiding half of them from view.
    “Eyes forward. The girls don’t speak; if they did, I know what they’d say.” She sounded pissed. “The universe sucks goobers,” she then muttered under her breath.
    Citun chuckled. She seemed to lack the expletives of many Earth females. And to a male of his species breasts spoke volumes considering Zargonnii females only had them when they nursed. To Citun, human female breasts were gifts. Something to be celebrated, honored and treasured, not ogled. They were part of a woman’s beauty, serving a purpose, a reminder of life. He cupped her chin and smiled at her.
    “Are the Cono goobers?”
    “They are creatures who live on this planet. Only the most powerful males mate with the females of their kind. The horny young ones will copulate with anything.”
    “Did you land with other humans?”
    “Yes, originally.” Her tone was subdued and sad. “We were told we were headed to Ulsy, but the second we landed we knew we were duped. The shuttle pilot took off and abandoned us; he was a Tonan. When we protested right before he left, he changed into a different creature and shocked the hell out of us. We had been traveling with a monster all that time and never knew. The alien had claws and talons. Even though we tried to systematically attack, we failed and the Tonan killed a man in front of us to show us how easy it would be to do away with us. Their power is nothing short of phenomenal.
    “We were to be cultivated. The Tonans expected us to be good little humans and copulate our brains out so we could hand over our daughters in the future. Happen, not gonna. There were two men left and eight women. The men were killed the first month by the male Cono, who are very territorial. There was no defending the men; they were slaughtered. The Cono spared the women in the beginning. Considered no threat, maybe even a novelty because of our size, we were left alone for a long time, surviving together, making a life. It wasn’t perfect, but we managed, finding food and clothes, making fire. Every once in a while, a shuttle would appear; some of the human females were taken and different females would be dropped off, alien females. We accepted each other and our differences. Then other aliens began landing and the Cono grew angry. Cono began getting hurt, their land violated. The aliens were cruel, most male, I’m not sure what the heck sex a Gorgano is, and regardless, those aliens didn’t care what they killed while trying to get what they wanted. Us, dead