"So, is whoring commonplace on Earth?" asked the one sister as soon as the door had sealed shut, cutting Emma off from Rafe. It signaled the start of the b***h-fest.
Luludja sniffed. "I guess it's to be expected from a non-sentient planet. Really, they are little more than barbarians," she confided, pressing a hand on her very pregnant belly. "Dressing them in clothes doesn't make them intelligent."
"You're right. Wearing clothes doesn't stop you from being a moron, and knowing how to speak doesn't mean you aren't an idiot." Emma didn't care who the women were related to. She wasn't about to let them talk smack to her face.
"It speaks." Titters. "Like a trained Pheroq. Do you think it does more tricks?" The smirk on the pregnant one's face really asked for a slap.
Since slapping a woma
