SaraWhile everyone else is jumping on the 'alien-husband' bandwagon, I'm not so sureI agreed to go on a rescue missionI never said I would stay and make cute alien babies for the Jakai, a dying alien raceThese aliens are different. They aren't your run-of-the-mill super high tech species.They are barbarians. And not in a 'Conan' fashion, unless you count the rippling bodiesThere something about these aliens... moreSaraWhile everyone else is jumping on the 'alien-husband' bandwagon, I'm not so sureI agreed to go on a rescue missionI never said I would stay and make cute alien babies for the Jakai, a dying alien raceThese aliens are different. They aren't your run-of-the-mill super high tech species.They are barbarians. And not in a 'Conan' fashion, unless you count the rippling bodiesThere something about these aliens. They are persistently annoyingWell, one specifically When someone passes a joint around the drum circle, you ‘puff-puff-pass.’ You don’t ‘pass-pass-pass.’ You would look like an idiot. And that’s exactly how I ended up stranded on the jungle planet. Everyone had this great idea that we’d go and rescue Jane and come back. Little did everyone know, we’d end up staying here… forever. I merely came out of peer pressure, although no one outright asked me. It was like… the cool kids were doing it and I’d join in to be cool. After a some time had passed, Tanik the chief of the Jakai, found an escape pod somewhere on the floating islands. I didn’t ask where it came from because I didn’t care—I’m staying. There’s no life for me to go back to. He sent Kat home because she was miserable. In a small escape pod there are two seats. Anyone of us could have left with her, but we didn’t. I think lots of the girls are mated already, but they haven’t come out with their relationship yet. All of us are still adjusting to our new lives here. For me, this was the perfect opportunity to start over. Living on the jungle planet wasn’t exactly the epitome of a picture perfect life, but whatever. Life here is super primitive. There aren’t living rooms with couches, big screen TVs and XBOXs. Nope. Not even close. Most living rooms consist of furry rugs and clay pots. No shopping malls. No fast food. It was the price I had to pay to start over. I bet you’re wondering why I wanted such a drastic change. I'm an imperfect human. I've had seventeen parking tickets and one DUI. I have so much debt, I selectively forget the amount. Let's just say I dug my debt-hole so deep I could probably travel to China through it, all the way through space, because my debt-hole is probably bigger than a black hole. You can thank Uncle Sam for giving me non-stop student loans. After I realized how much college cost, I nearly quit. I mean, for fuck’s sake, how much does it cost to learn how to study buildings and structures? I’m just a damn structural engineer. I probably could have learned everything from YouTube, but since I was so close to graduating, I finished school. I was in piles of debt and that meant that collection calls were non-stop. I did some things I’m not proud of to get extra cash—nothing sexual though. The things that I did, let’s put it this way. If I was ever found, I was going to jail. I regret everything I did, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was I was a permanent resident on the Garrex IV—AKA the jungle planet. While everyone else is jumping on the 'alien-husband' bandwagon, I'm not so sure. I agreed to go on a rescue mission and I never said I would stay and make cute alien babies for the Jakai, a dying alien race. These aliens are different. They aren't your run-of-the-mill super high tech species. They are barbarians. And not in a 'Conan' fashion, unless you count the rippling bodies. There is something about these aliens. They are persistently annoying Well, one specifically… This is a science fiction alien romance only intended for mature audiences less
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