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May 2 2006 NJ108

Okay, to the 'tour.'

After the wonderful body rubbing given to us by the Council we were still giggling when they all fluttered away,
waving and excited, all planning for another "meeting" once we'd been through the place.

Now, this was something and it took more than one day. So, and get this, they made us rooms. They looked as
though they made them especially for us! Mine was awesome and had a balcony affair that looked out onto the
educational center and then the opposite side opened up onto the Arena. We'll get to that, don't worry. *grin*

To our surprise our "tour guide" was Queen Leonurus, herself! She was as excited as the rest and eager to
show off the hive to us oomans.

Close up - huggable close, she is just as beautiful. More so. The pheromones she must exhude are killers. I
mean, even I was finding myself really *really* drawn to her! Fleur and I giggled at each other over our
reaction at her nearness. I mean, sexually you already know how I am. I have Johnathon and along with that
Fleur is a lover of us both. So...

So my tongue felt weird.

Yeah. I know it sounds funny but it did. Ah hell...hard to describe but I was suddenly hungry. And my tongue
tickled.

And I wanted like crazy just to lick and suck something!

I started giggling and then began to tell Fleur why, at her quizzical look.

"I think some part of me - maybe the honeybee part is hungry."

Leounurus smiled widely. "Why then, we shall have to get you something to eat! To the cafeteria!" she
laughed, standing between us and taking an arm in each of her, giggling delightfully herself. It was like three
girlfriends going for an exploration in a place they'd never been. The feeling was delightful!

She pulled us to the "cafeteria." It was different than the rest of the hive in that the ceilings were not vaulted.
They were much lower. Honeybee low, so they could hover and fly across a room still, but they were there. I'd
call 'em more reasonable myself because they were like, oh, slightly higher than a regular house. Say 15-20
feet high as opposed to the indescribably height that I'd seen everywhere so far. I'm not sure, though. I'm
terrible with those kinds of things.

She sat us down at a big round table. A circle. And in the middle the circle lowered and lifted into the floor and
then lifted back with whatever food we had chosen. There were preparers and cooks below the floor! It was just
so...okay. High tech. But when the table was up, it didn't seem high tech at all.

Johnathon's drawings for his on-line comic are going to be better than I could ever describe of this. He is SO
techy. I am SO not.

And the food? Woah. I had a salad. It had so many nummer thingies in it! Things like carrots, but not. Onions! I
swear they were onions but they were much more purple in color. Like sweet red onions. Orange cauliflower
like things. Cucumbers - BIG fat pieces. No. I'm serious. BIG. The size of slices of bread. I had two with my
salad and lifted them like that, munching off the edges. There was something like an egg but it was a plant.
They told me that. I can't remember the names of everything. I wish I could. I'll have to try and keep my
notebook out so that I can make notes! But I get so lost in what's happening!

Fleur had a fruit salad and we proceeded to munch and sample off each other's plates. She also had something
we were told was a mushroom.

Sure.

Uh huh.

The damn thing tasted like the best filet mignon you can imagine. A mushroom steak.

Woah.

Next: The Lab - I think...Gods, there was so much!
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