First Contact

Sometimes the greatest of events start in the most ordinary of places, and the Dolphin Shopping Centre was about as ordinary as you could get. It was typical of the type, built in dull northern towns, all concrete and chrome, but to the shoppers it was . . . well it was easier to get to than the much better place up the road.

It was such an unexceptional place that, with hindsight, it was not surprising that an inquisitive alien might find this a good starting point for it's exploration of the crowded planet. Its 'species' had a long tradition of exploration, having delved into the secrets of many lifeless worlds. Unfortunately it had never encountered an inhabited one before so it was exploring new areas in terms of contact protocols. It chose to arrive in the traditional manner, a brilliant column of light from its vessel up in geostationary orbit, materialising on the roof of the complex. At this stage it was the size of a tennis ball and therefore had difficulty moving over the rough surface of the roof, but its kind had dealt with much rougher terrain before. Unfortunately its squirming motion has attracted the attention of the local pigeon population who didn't take kindly to this strange creature moving around their loft, and with one instinctive swoop they descended on the alien claws first, so before long it was large enough to move freely, and there were no more pigeons to crap off the roof any more.



Now the discovery that the planet was populated by ferocious avians would have come as a surprise to most exploring aliens, but this one took it all in its 'stride'. It had expected things to be different, and this planet was not disappointing it. When it had absorbed the bodies of the avians it had also taken on their minds and knowledge, but although these creatures had clear mind images of the structure they inhabited it was less certain that they had helped construct it. So it decided to think about this for a while and finding a sheltered spot it let its new found information flow through its body in the hope of resolving these issues. From what it had learned so far the dominant species seemed to be the pigeons, but it suspected that it may not have a totally accurate picture.

Its first encounter with humans came when Lena poked it with a pen. As it was, Lena was doing a routine health and safety inspection, and the sight of a shoe box size blob of grey jelly clinging to the wall aroused her curiosity.
Unfortunately for Lena the blob was also curious about her, as clearly she was not avian, so it projected a pseudopod at her, hitting her in the belly. Now at first Lena was just irritated at having her blouse dirtied, but when she saw the cloth disappear, rapidly followed by the skin where the blob was attached, she was frightened. The blob meanwhile was almost overwhelmed by the information that it was receiving, and being an efficient explorer enlarged it's capacity by converting some of Lena's mass into more useful grey slime.

Lena tried to scrape the grey stuff off, but all she succeeded in doing was turning both of her hands into balls of slime that proceeded to digest their way up her arms. By now she was screaming as loud as she could, but as the machine room was sound proofed her cries went unheard. So there was no one else to see the slime digest a hole through her stomach, or the way in which the slime lining of the tunnel enlarged the void by digesting it's way through her body at an ever increasing rate.

Within a minute all that was left of Lena was her head still wearing the safety helmet, until it too was consumed so that the only evidence that Lena had ever been there was a spinning helmet and a much larger blob that was pouring into an access shaft to the lower levels.




Two floors below, the administration pool from the centre's management offices where heading off to party, which would be in the pub over the road. They were a noisy crowd, having already fuelled up with the drinks and snacks that the older workers had been eating in the afternoon. They were going for an alcohol centred evening whilst the more mature workers had already left to have their more sober meal.

Marsha had hung back to 'tidy up', planning to meet the rest of the girls over the road. In reality she had her glad rags in her locker and was going to do a quick change. Unlike the rest of them she had no intention of clubbing in her work clothes, not when she'd just bought a hot little backless number. So with the sounds of their laughing heading towards the freight elevator she stripped down to her bra and knickers and unpacked her dress.

She had no reason to suspect any trouble for the questing blob was moving silently above the suspended ceiling, and when it showed herself she was half in the dress and unable to see anything. She did feel the great wet weight that landed on her back, knocking her down. But it engulfed her upper body so rapidly that she didn't have time to cry out before her head and chest were transformed into more slime. It could already tell that despite the significant external differences between the last two samples, underneath they had been very similar. The concept of clothing was alien to an amorphous blob, but it believed that despite their contrasting appearances, they might still be part of a single intellect that had chosen to move around in these semi-solid pseudopods. In any case the blob's greater volume now meant that it could not only examining samples rapidly, as it demonstrated by finishing off Marsha in a few seconds, but that it could now move rapidly, which it proceeded to do as it followed the scent of the departed girls.

The door had already closed on the four girls by the time the blob reached the lift, and the heavy steel doors confused it as it tried to work out what to do. If it had wanted to it could have interfaced with the machinery in order to learn how to control it, but instead it simply flowed around the edges before raining down onto the roof of the descending elevator car.

Inside the car the girls were unaware of what was happening over their heads, partly because they were making so much noise themselves, but also because this was a large and noisy freight elevator that was clanking and grinding through the building. This night should not have been too special for these three as they hit the town most Fridays, which was their usual girls night, although on very rare occasions one of their boyfriends would try and tag along. Their way of dealing with this, as well as any other unwanted company was their closeness as, unless you knew otherwise, you'd probably think they were sister so similar were they. They all came in at average height and weight, but all had the same fine dark hair framing their heart shaped faces. But despite their similar physiology they always managed to dress differently from each other.

Kirsty, who had the longest hair of them all had settled for her usual sheer white blouse and split skirt that almost revealed her panties. Sam's hair was bobbed so that it just brushed the collar of her soft trouser suite. Of the three, Tracy was the most noticeable of them, not only for her penetrating giggles, but also because she had managed to match a severe shirt and tie with a micro skirt that frequently failed to conceal anything. The overall effect being almost camp.

Of course the exploring blob had no concept of individuality, so the fact that the aliens beneath it each had their separate dreams and ambitions were beyond it's comprehension. All it knew was that it had not yet managed to understand the samples it had examined so far, and that it needed more information.

The girls in the lift first realised that this would be an unusual evening when the grey blob crashed through the light panel to splash onto the floor, spattering them all with the gooey substance. Kirsty was coated from her knee to her chin, ruining her clothes and assuming the substance to be glue, cursed whoever had left it on the lift.

Tracy thought she was luckier as it had only caught her in a diagonal splash across her jacket, which she could easily change out of and still be able to go out tonight.

Of the three, Sam had seemed to have got away almost unscathed, having been largely sheltered by the other two girls, and apart from a glob of the stuff that she was trying to wipe off her face she had got clean away. Sam scraped at the slime with a tissue, but there seemed to be more than she had thought as now it had dripped onto her suite and was trickling down her chest. Then she glanced at reflection on the wall of the elevator and screamed. Where one side of her face was the product of years of skin care, the other was raw bones that were crumbling away. Her scream was echoed by the other girls, then surpassed as Kirsty realised that her soaked clothes had also dissolved, taking much of her skin with them.

Tracy turned her back on her friends who in moments had been turned from her coolest friends to what looked like rejects from a zombie film. Her turning away meant that she did not see Kirsty's flesh melting away in layers as the unfortunate girl desperately tried to scrape herself clean. Sam could have seen it for a short while, until the remains of her head fell into the ball of slime that was eating its way down her neck. Her now headless body then toppled like a cut tree, landing across the bubbling mound of sludge that had been Kirsty.

Tracy had spent these precious seconds tearing off her stained jacket and the waistcoat beneath so as she watched the rest of her friends bodies melt into the shapeless mass her tears of sadness were tinged with relief at having escaped their fate.

This relief was short lived as once Kirsty and Sam's bodies had joined the mass it had acquired from Lena it turned it's attention towards the crying girl. Tracy barely had time to scream before the wall of slime that had been her best friends slapped her against the steel wall of the elevator, before her flesh was consumed in the blink of an eye. But this time it left her clothes, having realised that they held no useful information about this life form.

Having had one theory confirmed about this alien it left the service elevator and headed towards the sounds of more native life, leaving the first of many mucky sets of clothing behind.







The small burger bar was busy tonight with those shoppers taking a break from the crowds, and despite its noise and smells it was almost an oasis of calm compared to the main shopping areas. The blob thought itself lucky to find such a handy collection of samples so soon after examining the contents of the elevator, so without any fuss it flowed into this new environment.

Zoe was probably the first to notice that something was happening when she felt a long thin tentacle wrap around her neck, pulling her under the table of her booth. She barely managed a mouse like squeak as more probes caressed her as they slithered over her skin. If they hadn't been so strange looking she might have enjoyed it, but with a twitch they shredded her clothes and dragged her unseen across the floor to the visitor.
If she could have, she'd have screamed as a large pseudopod engulfed her, before taking her silent form into it's grey bulk, where it's digestive analyser examined this strange life form.

Jenna had by now returned to the booth that she'd been sharing with Zoë and noticed some objects tucked under the bench. She crouched down awkwardly in the small booth and reached for the object, that appeared to be shreds of PVC, the same stuff that Zoe's trousers were made of. Now the visitor was surprised to be presented with another specimen so soon, but not willing to miss a chance more pseudopod s flowed forth.

To Jenna it felt like someone had thrown a wet towel in her face, but the feel of the living jelly flowing over her skin told her that this was no simple prank. Within moments she was wearing a second skin of grey jelly that sucked her across the floor to where the curious visitor waited, and once more it took in another earthling, leaving a pile of damp clothing behind.

The sudden disappearance of the two girls had not gone totally unnoticed, and a waitress was soon on her way to check whether her customers had left enough money to cover their bill. Kelly wasn't cold hearted or anything, it was just that she'd thought they might have done a runner. So it was that her waistcoat and bow tie joined the growing pile of clothing, whilst the now quite large visitor examined it's latest specimen.

It had sampled seven of these creatures now, and thought it might have a representative sample. If so then it could go home and ponder the information it had obtained, but just to be sure it decided to test the rest of the population in the burger bar. With that thought in mind it flowed from its hiding place until it coated the entrance way, and then set about collecting the rest of the samples.

A couple making out in a corner booth were silently overwhelmed, leaving a pile of entangled clothing and a lonely engagement ring on the table. This sample had contained a very different creature, similar to the other three, but with a slightly different physiology.

The grey wave rolled over a table of school girls, adding their uniforms to the froth of clothing that preceded their tumbling bodies. Each girl struggled against their individual cocoons, as each lump rapidly shrunk, giving it's contents to the greater wave.

All the remaining customers were panicking, from Steph who threw her prized designer briefcase at the churning wave, to the guys scrambling over the tables trying to outrun the visitor. But soon Steph's designer suite joined the men's football colours in the flotsam that washed up against the counter, their shrinking forms tumbling in the visitors internal current.
The remaining waitresses and kitchen staff tried to crowd through the emergency exit, but all that came out the other side was the visitors self propelled wave that left a trail of discarded clothing in it's wake. The visitor was once again homogeneous, with it's samples reduced to valuable information that it considered as it sought an answer to it's sampling question




The visitor's sampling method had not gone totally unnoticed, but when Lisa walked into the now vacant burger bar she was more curious than concerned.
She had only started this job a week ago and so far it had all been shoplifters and lost children, which did not really prepare her for the sight before her. There was no sign of anyone in the Burger Bar, but for some reason there were torn and dirty clothes all over the place. There were also a few puddles of a thick grey sludge as if the drains had backed up.

Lisa untangled a knot of cloth that had been wrapped around a stool and found herself holding a damp poly cotton blouse, and uncovering a colourful nylon tie recognised it at part of the uniform from the school down the road. The involvement of such a notorious school just increased her suspicion that someone was playing a joke on her. Whatever her suspicions, she wanted to know what was going on, and more importantly who was behind it all.
She had noticed the security camera in the corner, which she suspected was being watched by her colleagues, so chose to investigate another bundle of clothes half under a large stainless steel refrigerator where she'd be unobserved. It was hard to decide how to play this. If she took it too seriously then she'd be the laughing stock of the whole centre forever more, but if she ignored it then she'd be criticised for not doing her job. The only solution was to try and do her job out of camera view. With that thought in mind she crouched down and tugged a mucky waistcoat loose from the other clothes wedged beneath the machine.

Whoever was behind this joke had spent some time on it and she was convinced that she'd be forced to watch videos of this day for months to come. With that in mind she considered her reflection, and thought of how to look more professional. Her epaulettes were even and her tie looked OK, but she tightened the knot anyway. She knew that most of the guys on the shift fancied her as she'd turned down dates with nearly all of them, so she took this opportunity to comb her hair back and apply some more lip gloss. If she had to endure watching herself on the box then she was damned if she wasn't going to look good. She'd spent long enough crouched down and it was time to get on with the game.

She tried to look casual as she checked out the rest of the Burger Bar, but all the time she was trying to out think the pranksters who'd set this up. There was a mixture of clothing and personal items, ranging from greying training bras mixed with the uniforms, to expensive looking Prada. What was odd is that all of it was soaked with what looked like grey dishwater.
She was pulling an empty thigh boot from under the counter when she noticed a contraceptive coil in another grey pool, but knowing she was under the gaze of the camera she didn't react. This had gone on for long enough so she decided to follow the obvious trail of clues that trailed into the service corridors. She'd just paused out of camera sight to adjust her blouse, which had been pulled loose by her crawling around when she saw that she'd got some of the grey stuff on her tie. It had probable dipped into one of the pools on the counter. A bit of hard rubbing with a tissue seemed to do the trick, so tucking the dirty tissue back into her utility pouch she followed the obvious trail.

This network of service corridors riddled the whole shopping centre and allowed stock and staff to move around unseen by the customers, so it was surprising not to encounter anyone else back here. It seemed that wherever she looked there were more piles of clothing. At the back of the McDonald's there was one of their uniforms, with a name badge for "John", presumably one of the burger flippers. This pattern seemed to be repeated for most of the identifiable store uniforms were represented in these halls.

She was getting frustrated by this joke, but it was a rubbing pain on her hip that gave her an excuse to seek refuge in the staff toilets. This was one area that she was sure they wouldn't dare put a camera, which would give her some time to puzzle this all out. She admired herself in the wall mirrors for a moment, then remembered why she'd come in. On inspection her utility pouch looked OK, but when she felt under the belt she encountered an odd slickness which left a familiar grey stain on her fingers. Whatever this stuff was she really hoped it would come off in the wash as she'd only just been issued with this uniform, and couldn't afford to have its cost docked from her wages.

Tugging her blouse loose revealed a grey rimmed hole, and she immediately undid her belt and skirt to get a better look at the stain. It was a difficult angle and she had to twist to see clearly, but what she saw seemed to be a dark grey stain on her hip. She prodded it with her finger, only to catch her breath as her finger sunk into the grey with little resistance. All thought of pranksters was forgotten as she contemplated the strange sensation of probing her seemingly empty flesh, until her hip gave way, throwing her to the floor. She instinctively tried to stand, but her right thigh now ended some feet from her hip, connected only be a knotty grey thread. And the thread was clearly moving.

Lisa's professionalism collapsed, leaving a terrified screaming girl on the cold wash room floor. She tried to drag herself away from that grey tipped limb, but found herself leaving a grey slug like trail. She tried to sit up, but her hip gave way with a sickening squelch, leaving her propped on one elbow as her other hand tried to scoop handfuls of grey out of her hips and throw it across the room. But not only did she start losing sensation in that hand, but the grey blobs were slowly flowing back to her. Her right leg was almost completely gone now, leaving an empty shoe and a grey mound wrapped in nylon, and as she tried to drag herself away from the pursuing grey dribbles she realised that she'd left her left leg behind as well.

The hard tiles of the floor offered little grip, and her right hand was slippery, but she'd made some progress. The grey trail now stretched half the length of the room, but it ended now where her abdomen had been. Still there was no physical pain, but watching her fingers flow down her wrist brought on a terrible despair. She now only had one hand to drag herself with as she tried to keep the grey bubbling mass at the end of her right arm away from herself.

Her struggles had brought her within reach of the basins and she used the pipes to pull herself towards the door. The tiles under her were now slick with her tears as she screamed herself hoarse, desperate for some kind of help. But when she felt herself sinking down she instinctively rolled onto her back, and saw the grey stain spread over her once proud breasts. She had no illusions now. Her right arm was already slime up to her shoulder, and the grey tide had soaked her once white blouse and was trickling under her collar.

Her left arm was still intact, and she used it to try and escape. She kept trying until it pulled loose from her dissolving shoulders, leaving her to watch her chest slowly flow away, letting her blouse collapse on the emptiness.
She had no real breath left, but she maintained her whispered pleas as the grey numbness absorbed her delicate cheek bones, and her once beautiful face sunk into a grey puddle.

In the silence that followed the grey slime gathered itself together before going in search of the rest of the visitor. Of Lisa, there was only the data gathered by the visitor, and a grey stained uniform on the floor of the wash room.



On the next floor up a grey mound pulsed slowly in a store room, contemplating this strange life form that it had encountered. It had sampled nearly thirty of these solids, and had yet to understand them. For one whose whole existence was singular, the differences among those it had digested was very confusing.

The only solution was to take samples from a wider area in the hope of spotting a trend. With that thought it subdivided itself and set about gathering more information.



Kathy and Rachel had been standing around in the atrium for most of the day, trying to drum up trade for the claims managers they worked for. This wasn't exactly what they'd been looking for when they had first qualified, but with the market today legal exec work was all they could find. Still, their day was over and Donna, their boss, was here to collect their papers and help them take the display stand back to the storeroom. They were noticeably different from most of the shoppers, being suited up, but these young women needed all the advantages they could get as they were too pretty to be taken seriously without dressing up. As it was they were slowed down by men who half offered to carry the boards, before scurrying away, confused about how to approach the three confident women.

It so happened that when they reached the store room it was Rachel and Donna doing the carrying whist Kathy dealt with the doors. The exertion had been a bit much for Donna for as she put the box of leaflets back on the shelf she realised that perspiration was making her blouse cling to her ribs, which would have been embarrassing if not for her jacket. But when she noticed that Rachel had visible sweat marks under her arms it made her briefly happier that the younger girl looked messier.

She glanced back towards the door where Kathy stood, hoping to find some imperfection that would make her feel better, but the sight of Kathy's kicking legs being drawn into a grey mass was just wrong. The pulsating mass was not big enough to conceal the rest of the girl, and the alternative could not be contemplated.

Rachel had her back to these events, and it was only when Donna knocked the boxes off the selves and started climbing that she realised something was wrong. Rachel was not someone who scared easily, and even the sight of a churning grey blob advancing towards her was dealt with calmly. The jumble of clothes that were all that was left of Kathy left one clear message in her mind, and that was compensation. Obviously someone must be responsible for this predatory mass being here, and that someone could be sued.

She knew she was good at this so immediately started to calculate the quantum of damages that would be appropriate for this and couldn't believe her luck in having encountered such an event. The disgusting appearance alone was worth hundreds of thousands, and if she recounted how Kathy had obviously dissolved then she could live off her comp. for years to come.
As it swept over her shoes she lost all sensation in her feet, and looking down could watch her bones fading away. This was absolutely brilliant, for even the slightest physical injury would magnify any award for mental trauma. She was rapidly sinking into the corrosive pool at her 'feet', trying to add up how much the loss of her legs would be worth in court. Clearly she would need to find out who to sue, and as there was the big chemical works over the river she felt she had the perfect defendant. Of course they would deny responsibility for this, but no one would believe them against a pretty girl in a wheelchair.

By the time her hips were level with the floor she had to clutch onto the display board to stop herself from toppling over, which seemed to have the effect of stopping the sinking sensation. She could still see and feel the odd motions that rippled up her torso, but by then she was factoring in her inability to have children into the equation, and that brought her into lottery numbers. The grey slime squirted between her breasts and coated her collar, turning the pristine white to a disgusting grey. The visitor had sampled most of her internal organs by now and it's advance through her shoulders and into her arms left a hollow, into which her neck and head collapsed.
The only thoughts the visitor could perceive as it digested her intellect seemed to concern money, which made a change to the fear that it usually sensed.

Donna had watched Rachel's absorption with growing disbelief, totally unable to comprehend why the girl didn't even cry out. She'd always dreamed about being eaten but had never thought Rachel had also harboured such fantasise. But what else could explain her standing there with a smile on her face. She'd was tempted to try it herself, but deciding to be pragmatic she climbed into a ventilation duct, leaving the visitor to work on it's puzzle.
Donna crawled away from the area of the store room as rapidly as she could, so that by the time an exploratory tendril went after her she was too far away for it to sense her.




The tendril was not overly concerned about catching the fleeing life form, and remaining in the harsh environment of the duct was very unattractive, so when it sensed a less hostile environment on the other side of a vent it decided to explore.


The grey mass flowed out of the coldness of the air duct into the warmth of the Security Control Room, attracted by the pheromones that filled the air. The control room was dark, except for the eerie glow from the CCTV screens, and in this half light Dave and Gina were making up after an argument. Dave's mates cautioned him not to argue with his girlfriend so much, warning him that she was too good a prize to risk loosing, but they didn't understand how they settled their differences. This time it was Gina's turn on top, and she was teasing him without mercy. She sat straddling him, digging her nails into his bare chest as she rocked back and forth on his hips. The frustration was that she wouldn't mount him, and instead rubbed her ass against his engorged cock.

He was tempted to take control and satisfy himself, but that would have broken the unspoken rules of the game, so instead he reached up and pulled her against him, so that they were in contact from groin to tongue. He'd stripped off down to his socks so could feel every motion against his skin, where she'd just come in from her patrol and had barely had time to dump her skirt before they'd started. So where she ran her fingers through his matted chest hair, he felt her heat through her blouse.
Both their hearts were racing by the time she leaned back and let him lift her onto his painfully stiff cock, where upon she drove herself onto his shaft, bringing them both to an orgasmic climax. Dave was gasping with the exertion as he started to relax again as she once more lay against him, letting him kiss her sweet neck They would normally enjoy this after glow together, but tonight he found himself stiffening within her again. He could feel her adjusting her posture to take advantage of this unexpected opportunity, and he grasped a breast is each hand, squeezing to the rhythm of her rocking.


He could feel his erection like a shaft of strength that seemed to flow from the base of his spine into her bucking body, and this time he felt as if he could maintain it forever. He thought that she must be feeling the same by the way she was moaning, but then it all seemed to go wrong. He was looking up at her slack jawed face, framed by her deep auburn hair, when her breasts seemed to collapse in his grasp. He had been distracted by the grey flecks that she was exhaling, but as it turned into a dribble, then a flood that fell into his face, he started to panic. He thought she might be having a seizure astride him, but as her sharp Latin features softened into a grey cum like fluid that spattered across his chest he tried to roll her off him, and failed. For by the time Gina's melting form poured over him the enquiring tendril had already absorbed their joined hips. The wave of digestion soon filled her sleeves with grey slime which joined that which had been his chest, until her soaked uniform collapsed over the spreading grey puddle that was all that was left of the lovers.


Having collected another variation the now enlarged blob flowed back into the air vent, leaving the locked control room devoid of life. The roving pseudopod soon detected another scent and sent out a tendril to investigate. The narrow confines of the air ducts were no obstacle to its progress, and by testing at each junction it soon found the source of this new stimuli.


Joanna was working late, trying to reconcile the latest stock taking with the invoices, fuelling her efforts with copious amounts of coffee. When she'd chosen retail over going to college her teachers had warned her that she was wasting her future, but now she was the manager of this branch, with ambitions to go much further.


Her friends often joked about her flirting her way to this position, making her out to be some sort of siren. But in reality it was the long hours that had done it, and her greatest disappointment was that her friends image of her was wrong. She stood up and went over to what passed as a window in her tiny office. The view was of one if the main atrium's where she could see the shoppers bustling around on the lower floors. What she did not see was the pseudopod drip into her tepid drink. She admired her reflection, the carefully chosen glasses complementing her eyes, and giving her a more studious appearance. Her hair was looking a bit straggly, but she was too tired to bother doing anything about it. It wasn't that she didn't care about her appearance, for she spent an hour each morning trying to achieve this 'casual' beauty, it was just that the only friends she had that would she her tonight were her cats.


This day dreaming wasn't getting the work done so she returned to her cramped desk and the piles of papers, determined to get ahead before the Xmas rush really set in. She downed the last of her coffee and set to work reconciling the last order. She'd barely tallied the first column when she realised that something was wrong, finding it difficult to breath. It was as if she was trying to breath under water, except there was no pain, just a numbness that was spreading through her chest.


She half rose as she tried to call out to the girls in the shop, but was unable to make any sound, and fell back into her seat. The lack of air was making her dizzy and she tried to cough, but only brought up a thick grey phlegm that clung to her face like her last boyfriends cum She knew she was in trouble and one more tried to rise, desperate to seek help from her staff, but this time she collapsed across her desk, scattering her papers onto the floor. She lay with her cheek pressed against the old wood and listened to the gurgling coming from her chest, unable to struggle any more. The fact that she was still conscious was a surprise, but she seemed to be hyper aware of her body now. From the uncomfortable pressure of her glasses pressed against her nose to a dampness that was spreading across her lap. From her perspective she couldn't see the grey slime flowing from her chest cavity, leaving emptiness where her internal organs had been. Nor did she sense her sleeves spreading as her now liquefied arms pooled on the table, as by then her glasses sat forlornly in another grey mound.
The pseudopod was satisfied that it had learned all it could in this place and formed a stream that flowed away into a cable duct, leaving a dirty blouse draped over the desk, and a discarded skirt and pantihose beneath it.




To be continued?  Probably not.