“What are you doing?” Riley gasped. “Twenty decinars?”
“To be a surrogate for an extra-terrestrial?” A shudder rippled through me. “What if it’s some insectoid creature?” Or freakishly worse.
“Are you kidding me?” Riley picked up the card, squinting at it. “What if it’s one of those Dex? You know the ones with four arms and two cocks? I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
“Knock yourself out.”
“If you don’t do this, you’ll never forgive yourself. At least go talk to them. Find out the dets.” Riley shooed me with her rag.
Twenty decinars. I wouldn’t ever have to waitress or donate blood again. Dad would be taken care of. Hell, we could even go on an exotic vacation to Nebua or Glasberg. I dashed outside after the Roulex. Praying that my luck would finally change for the better and I’d get a break.
“Hey, wait,” I said. “What exactly do I have to do?”