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back, sucked in some O and buried his entire echinoid snout up to the eyeballs. Where his tongue was at this point, Jake didn’t even dare imagine. Gnumgnumgnum came the muffled sounds from way inside.
    Jake was so embarrassed he didn’t know
where
to put his eyes. He wanted to disappear. He wanted to die. He wanted to throw up. Most of all, he wanted to be Revor. The sensation that, whatever it was he’d gotten himself into, he was already
way
over his head, grew nearly as fast as his erection.
    After what seemed like an eternity, Baby tired of Revor’s attentions. ‘Mmmmmm,’ she sighed. She extracted him from the tiny orifice on her thigh—his snout popped out with the sound of someone plucking a string on a double bass—and gave him a hug. Revor panted happily, then, squirming out of her grasp, dropped with a ka-thunk to the floor and began chasing his tail, whirling-purling, until his form began to shimmy and blur like the blades of a propeller. Revor always found there was nothing like a good twirl to clear the mind, refresh the soul and renew the tastebuds.
    Space travel rarara…Agent Mulder rarara…flying saucers rarara… Earthling virgin rarara…
    Though Jake’s mind was racing, it still lagged whole laps behind Baby’s spiel. When she began to shapeshift,
Earth girl… alien… Earth girl… alien…
he sensed he’d lostcontrol of the wheel altogether. Now, with the sudden appearance of two more equally extraordinary alien babes, he crashed into the barricade.
    Knees a-wobble, Jake floored with a thud. As he reeled dizzily into a faint, it occurred to him that this had to be the single most disastrous, humiliating experience he’d ever had with the opposite sex.
    When he opened his eyes again, his chin was resting on the reinforced toe of an exquisitely small army boot.
    ‘Oi,’ spoke the voice that belonged to the feet which occupied the boots that were supporting his face. ‘Don’t scuff the leather, Earth boy.’
    His eyes tracked upwards. From the laced up boot-tops rose a thin leg encased in black leather. Above that, a ripped black t-shirt. Wiry arms were folded over a narrow, boyish chest.
This grrrl here is Doll.
The face that peered back down at him with a fusion of mild contempt and high amusement was long, angular, pale. A silver bone pierced her elegantly hooked nose and a snarl surfed dangerous lips. Her dark eyes had the intensity of black holes. Through her eyebrows were looped half a dozen silver rings. Her head was shaved, leaving only a short bristly bridge across the front connecting two curved and stiffened devil’s horns of hair that poked out from above her temples. An intricate spider tattoo peeked over the top of her right ear; its delicate web stretched down her neck. She had a dozen shimmering rings on her hands. Apart from the fact that she was green and antennaed, she reminded Jake of Trent Reznor from the Nine Inch Nails. And Trent Reznor, so far as Jake was concerned, was a god. He was kissing the feet of a god. Goddess. It was still terribly awkward and wasn’t helping his self-image. With a grimace, he levered himself up to a sitting position. Hisbrain felt like it was wrapped in cotton wool.
Doll Parts.
Doll Parts? That name was really familiar too. Where’d he heard it before?
    ‘In your dreams,’ said Doll wryly. Noting his look of surprise, she added, ‘These antennae ain’t just decorative, sweetmeat.’ Doll had her doubts about Baby’s choice of Earthling. He was, after all, their very first abduction and, while there’d surely be more to come, the first carried a kind of symbolic significance, not to mention a certain sentimental value. For one thing, she didn’t see why it couldn’t have been a girl. ‘Where’s Lati?’ growled Doll, ignoring Jake. ‘I’m sure she’s taken my new, whats-hernames? Moc Dartens.’
    ‘Doc Martens,’ said Jake helpfully.
    With an open palm, Doll whacked the side of her head so hard that Jake jumped. ‘Damn