Crick turned on the coffeemaker, sat down, and lit his first cigarette of that Wednesday morning, the day after the nationwide midterm elections. He’d left Velis curled up comfortably under the blanket, sublime to look upon in her unabashed nakedness where she left herself uncovered. He had often found it curious that the females of their species so closely resembled little else than short, green hume women, yet he had never held human women in the same regard as his own people. Biological instinct, he told himself. No avoiding it.
American Goblin- Chapter 12
American Goblin- Chapter 12
American Goblin- Chapter 12
Crick turned on the coffeemaker, sat down, and lit his first cigarette of that Wednesday morning, the day after the nationwide midterm elections. He’d left Velis curled up comfortably under the blanket, sublime to look upon in her unabashed nakedness where she left herself uncovered. He had often found it curious that the females of their species so closely resembled little else than short, green hume women, yet he had never held human women in the same regard as his own people. Biological instinct, he told himself. No avoiding it.