Date: Tue, 20 Aug 1996 17:14:18 -0700 From: Aileen Fish Underwood Subject: INT: The Hub -- Xaviera's Bed and Breakfast Reserved: Xaviera, proprietess of Xaviera's Bed and Breakfast Rianna, Joele and Quas, her "girls" Xaviera wrinkled her nose. "Dog shit." The last ship to pull in must carry humans. She sighed, toying with her lavender braid. At least they paid well. She'd have to dye her skin again; somehow her teal complexion against the lavender of her hair did strange things to the digestive tracts of most human men. A rhythmic knocking floated down from the room above. She shook her head. She would never understand how Kel, the half-Nuxial, managed to get all eight feet off the floor. Rianna would demand an extra ten cils for this, but what could Xaviera do? Kel had worn out six girls in the last two months! There ought to be a law castrating some life-forms at birth. A melodic chime drew her attention to the main entrance. She watched as the door opened. Oh, Lord, it was the Gardener! -- @~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~ Aileen Fish Underwood writnma@ix.netcom.com aileenu@aol.com @~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~ %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%