I woke up on the beach, and I don’t know what happened.” She ran toward them at full tilt, her breasts coming within breaths of breaking free of her suit. The Cheevan kidnappers stopped and stared at her as she ran. Not one of them raised a weapon to her. An older gentleman stood and wiped his orange lips nervously. “Lady, who are you, and how did you get here?” “My name is Maureen Anderson. I am secretary to the Enforcer Commander. I don’t understand. Where am I?” She was near them, and she wrapped her arms around her waist, pushing her breasts up and out and nearly dislocating the jaws of the Cheevans who had a clear view of her. “A secretary? Why are you dressed in an Enforcer uniform?” The older man shook his head as if to clear it. She blushed and pressed a hand to her chest. “I am not strictly a secretary, if you know what I mean. The uniform is the only way he can keep me with him on assignment.” The Cheevans began to chitter quickly to themselves, and she shifted from foot to foot once again.
