Lesson 3 - Tags - Few to No Tags

Wilbur Crump listened to the two women from behind his hiding place behind the rock formation.

"Abbas always provides, Zena."

Crump peeked out from behind the boulders on his hands and knees to see the two females he eavesdropped on. The smaller woman of the two wore a pink blouse with matching pink pants. "But Mandy. Our reserves are low and nobody's sick. We're out of balance. Everyone's too young." Wilbur's could not see Zena's face since she was turned to his side.

Mandy's height was two and half times the length of her arms, a good upper limb's length more than Zena's. She had sandy brown hair streaked with yellow strips and wore a green bodysuit made from the identical synthetic fabric Zena wore. She had a pointed chin, full cheeks, and elliptical lips that came close to forming a straight line. Her broad brow was clean of lines and wrinkles and he judged her to be in her mid-twenties.

Deep-seated olive green eyes gave Crump the feeling he was looking at an especially intelligent young lady. "Have some faith, will ya? If we run out, we have colonies spread out through Fleghorn. All we have to do is ask Berren for help."

"It's been ten days since we heard from our Messenger. How do you know he's coming back? Maybe they caught him. Maybe he's off-world by now." Zena rotated in Wilbur's direction.

He almost gasped but caught himself. Zena was an example of the beauty Wilbur had heard drinking "pure" Life Stream provided. Curly blonde hair with a green tint complemented tan skin tainted slightly red. He ducked down as her electric blue eyeballs zoomed in on him. Sneaking one more glance, he was relieved to find her focus returned to Mandy.

"You worry way too much, Zena. He's the match of any demon and more."

Wilbur admired Zena once again. Although she had a full figure, her waist was caved inwards providing her the figure of two inverted cups sitting on top of each other.

"I know the demons can't find us when our Messenger is juicing for us," said Zena. "His screen blocks out both them and their ghosts. But rumors of natives sneaking around have been reported too. Berren's magic can't hide us from them."

"We'll deal with that when or if that happens."

"Why do they hate us so much? We're the same as them."

"We are a threat to them. Deep down they really envy us but they are too hooked on their lifestyle to give it up. Now, do you have any other moaning and bellyaching? Or can I get back to the business of washing my family's clothes?"

Crump ducked back down out of view. He had come closer to being discovered than he realized. His thoughts were occupied with the truth he saw for himself. The humans who drank "pure" Life Stream were younger and healthier looking than those who didn't. Fantasies of mingling with these people's women filled his thoughts before he caught himself.

He was happy since he would have something to report after all. However, he was also disturbed. The appeal of the enemy's lifestyle made him begin to wonder if he was on the right side.