configurations by clicking a small button imbedded in the fabric of the sleeve. It released the tension in the weave allowing her to manipulate the garment until she was satisfied with the fit. Then she clicked it again to save the setting.
If she kept the sleeves and legs shorter, or the neckline pulled lower, the fabric became denser. Alternately, she could opt to cover more surface area by pulling the fabric up high like a turtleneck or even farther, into a hood over her hair, which made the fabric become more sheer. She just wished they had let her keep her shoes. It felt weird to be barefoot.
Ultimately, she opted for capri-length pants, three-quarter sleeves, and a scoop neck so that the fabric remained opaque. That was a nod toward modesty. While it wasn’t transparent enough to titillate her insect friends with views of her areola and pubic hair, it left little to the imagination, clinging to her like a second skin. She sighed. Who cared if she had back fat or how big her ass was if she was kidnapped on an alien ship in space? As long as the insects didn’t mistake her for a grub, she figured she was probably okay.
But she wasn’t okay.
She had lots of questions and, so far, very few answers.
Neither Hain nor the insects knew or cared what they’d just done to her medical career, which might very well be over now. No one told her anything about Adam though she asked them about him constantly. She hated that her last night with him had been so strange and volatile. She’d jumped to conclusions about his reaction to the blue light and that hadn’t been fair. He deserved better than that. She should have given him more time, a little benefit of the doubt. She’d just been so upset and reacted badly. And now none of that even mattered. She might never know what the hell had happened when she touched those stones.
Hain’s offhand commandment had been followed to a T—no one had explained anything to her. They ignored her except to monitor her convalescence from the surgery and ask her general health questions.
But she’d ascertained a few things, just by keeping her eyes and ears open. First of all, she was on a spaceship called the Vermachten . It boggled her mind. She’d gone from being someone who didn’t believe that such things existed, to having a bizarre experience in the desert, to being abducted and experimented on by aliens. The paradigm shift was too great. It was enough to make her think she might have had a psychotic break.
But she’d been treated relatively well. She’d been fed, kept warm. Physically, she felt great. From what she gathered from overhearing snatches of conversation, they now considered her recovery to be complete and were about to put her in some kind of cell.
She dragged her bare feet, trying to take in every detail that she could manage without annoying her escorts so much that they would be tempted to use the knock-out sticks they held. If she and Adam had any hope in hell of escaping this place, she needed to gather as much information about it as possible.
So much of it looked the same. It was a rabbit warren of cramped, dimly lit hallways, coated with a varnish of grime. There was little to differentiate one section of the ship from another, once they left the small infirmary where she’d been kept. She had no idea where Adam was, but now that she was out of the infirmary, she was determined to find him and a way out of this mess.
One of the insects prodded her from behind with the same kind of weapon that had been used to capture her. “Move along, little bigot.”
She glanced back, trying to figure out which one of them had made that comment. She’d been cared for by the iridescent green insects throughout her recovery, but she honestly couldn’t say if it had been by the same two that were escorting her now or thirty different individuals. They all looked and sounded the same to her. That thought made her uncomfortable. She didn’t want him to be right.
If she kept the sleeves and legs shorter, or the neckline pulled lower, the fabric became denser. Alternately, she could opt to cover more surface area by pulling the fabric up high like a turtleneck or even farther, into a hood over her hair, which made the fabric become more sheer. She just wished they had let her keep her shoes. It felt weird to be barefoot.
Ultimately, she opted for capri-length pants, three-quarter sleeves, and a scoop neck so that the fabric remained opaque. That was a nod toward modesty. While it wasn’t transparent enough to titillate her insect friends with views of her areola and pubic hair, it left little to the imagination, clinging to her like a second skin. She sighed. Who cared if she had back fat or how big her ass was if she was kidnapped on an alien ship in space? As long as the insects didn’t mistake her for a grub, she figured she was probably okay.
But she wasn’t okay.
She had lots of questions and, so far, very few answers.
Neither Hain nor the insects knew or cared what they’d just done to her medical career, which might very well be over now. No one told her anything about Adam though she asked them about him constantly. She hated that her last night with him had been so strange and volatile. She’d jumped to conclusions about his reaction to the blue light and that hadn’t been fair. He deserved better than that. She should have given him more time, a little benefit of the doubt. She’d just been so upset and reacted badly. And now none of that even mattered. She might never know what the hell had happened when she touched those stones.
Hain’s offhand commandment had been followed to a T—no one had explained anything to her. They ignored her except to monitor her convalescence from the surgery and ask her general health questions.
But she’d ascertained a few things, just by keeping her eyes and ears open. First of all, she was on a spaceship called the Vermachten . It boggled her mind. She’d gone from being someone who didn’t believe that such things existed, to having a bizarre experience in the desert, to being abducted and experimented on by aliens. The paradigm shift was too great. It was enough to make her think she might have had a psychotic break.
But she’d been treated relatively well. She’d been fed, kept warm. Physically, she felt great. From what she gathered from overhearing snatches of conversation, they now considered her recovery to be complete and were about to put her in some kind of cell.
She dragged her bare feet, trying to take in every detail that she could manage without annoying her escorts so much that they would be tempted to use the knock-out sticks they held. If she and Adam had any hope in hell of escaping this place, she needed to gather as much information about it as possible.
So much of it looked the same. It was a rabbit warren of cramped, dimly lit hallways, coated with a varnish of grime. There was little to differentiate one section of the ship from another, once they left the small infirmary where she’d been kept. She had no idea where Adam was, but now that she was out of the infirmary, she was determined to find him and a way out of this mess.
One of the insects prodded her from behind with the same kind of weapon that had been used to capture her. “Move along, little bigot.”
She glanced back, trying to figure out which one of them had made that comment. She’d been cared for by the iridescent green insects throughout her recovery, but she honestly couldn’t say if it had been by the same two that were escorting her now or thirty different individuals. They all looked and sounded the same to her. That thought made her uncomfortable. She didn’t want him to be right.
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