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“Oh, don’t get it twisted. I’m not a therapist. Back on Earth, I was a daycare provider. But before that, I was president of my sorority. More importantly, I’m the oldest daughter, and y’all are my little sisters now, whether you like it or not.”
Just because it’s your special interest doesn't mean anyone else cares, I remind myself.
I had been accommodating the way the rest of the world thought and interacted my entire fucking life. Would it kill anyone to accommodate me?
I remove my jacket, ball it up, and scream into it. After my incredibly mature outburst, I sit down at my desk and turn on my data center.
The tea goes well, despite Opal trying to shake the Skarth ambassador’s reproductive organ. She still isn’t reading the dossiers I send to her. I could have probably played it off if she hadn’t referred to it as his “dick hand.”
It would almost sound like I was shy if I wasn’t about to sit on an alien’s face.
“I’m not a good enough man to be rewarded in the goddesses’ paradise, but I can only imagine this would be my reward in the afterlife if I were,” he sighs.
I would make an amazing sea cucumber, I think as I bunglingly wiggle my body up.
“But what’s the plan?” “I’m going to science the shit out of this, and we’re going to hold the ship down long enough to get every girl out. Wake them up now!”
“Fuck, I feel like shit.” “You look like shit, affectionately.”