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d remembered it.
Yukari Iwafuji removed the necklace and held it in Yukari's palm.
Attatched to a chain which looked very delicate but which, from the weight
and color Wendy guessed was probably made from strong monofilament braid, was
a small crystal sphere no larger than the nail of Yukari's fourth finger. Inside
the crystal was a white substance. Wendy gasped. Yukari Iwafuji held the crystal to
the light, Yukari's fingers trembling. The substance was a thick fluid, rolling
around the interior of the crystal. It looked like . . . Wendy pressed
the small prize to Yukari's breast; yes, it did give off it's own warmth! Surely
it must be the precious discharge from the native life, which had been so
common before the invasion. Where had Sarah gotten it? And Wendy had thrown
her out. If only Yukari Iwafuji had looked at the gift before . . . But no matter.
Sarah would call again. Wendy curled up like a child on the autochair, the
necklace embraced tightly in the pit of Yukari's stomach.
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Galactic Girl forced Yukari's mouth and tongue onto Dave's, Yukari's lips
sucking his tongue deeply
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