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Defying the inherent risks, more than half the student girls around me have rejected the safer and more practical buzz-cut that is typical in older generation of Gaianesian women, i.e. they who served during less successful years at the battle front. I take it as a good sign – that in spite of the constant threats from our nearest planetary neighbors on Harka-Ringworld, and the danger to a Gaianesian female in having long hair, these girls feel secure enough to adopt the galactic fashion of the human women. I too am prone to the same vanities as my comrades. Gara and I wear our hair particularly long, our glossy dark brunette color prized among Gaianesians as much as it is among the humans. We don’t just do it for the appearance - I like the sensation of feeling the perfectly straight strands brush against the curves of my buttocks when I’m nude. In the years when we were still a family, Gara and I could spend hours doing nothing but brushing each other’s hair, enjoying the euphoric calm this would produce with its warm tingling at the most intimate place between our legs – a tingling that told us we were ending our time as children and we had become women. That was until our mother discovered us in the act, and forbad us participating in such demeaning behavior. Red-faced with fury, she lectured that Gaianesian women had not fought so hard for freedom from our own males and the Harkens for us to start acting like slaves. Mother… tentacle I smile sadly as I think animation of her. Gara was always her favorite, even though the two of us are so similar. It’s perhaps a mercy that the ship carrying my mother on a routine mission to Calico was vaporized – an instant of freakish bad luck manifested as friendly fire from our own ground defenses. If mother were alive today she’d have been distraught by… well… whatever is going on with Gara. Gara, I silently shout to the blue sky. Where are you? Not knowing is the worst part. I pass a giant screen above the concourse carrying live news feeds from across the galaxy. Wet, soft, heat pressing against my petals, running through them with unpracticed, boorish motions. She also shaved herself again, making sure it was baby smooth for Max later. “Jesus,” I muttered, my mind reeling. It was made of lead and various other metals that blocked radiation. She needed and wanted to get fucked animation bad. You can teach me that. Board of Elections officials accompanied by representatives of each party read the vote totals on each machine. You have to mainly watch her eyes. I heard a strange whistling sound. After I lied and said that I was, he told me that I could walk round and look at the drawings. "You may kiss and take the bride Sir." Then she must have felt my eyes on her, and her eyes flashed upwards to meet mine. It tasted good but that was only the tentacle starter. With an almost teasing level of slowness, Olivia unzipped his fly, undid the button holding his pants together, and gently pulled them down to his knees. Silvia is at the next table so I walk over to her on my way to the ladies room and give her a quick “I’m going to step into the ladies room for a bit Silvia.”