Alison and Winston sat next to each other in the pool, their backs against a pole.

     "Impressions?" she asked. "I want to see if they're anywhere near mine." 

     "I'm seeing the Azurians," he replied.

     "How can you not? They're everywhere."

     "They exude happiness. It's like they want everyone to know that sex is the best way to be happy.'

     "You sound like a man drunk on broove."

     "Every sense tells me that this is all eventually going to evolve into an orgy. Tell me I'm wrong."

     Alison blushed. "Look at Skip," she said. "Those women have been fucking him every which way but Sunday. What is it about him they love so much? And look at Cathy and Chuck. Why does it seem so normal all of a sudden to watch my siblings have sex?"

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