All efforts to catch the burglar of Wednesday night had been abandoned by the orphanage staff. Ann was able to meet Butler One in the forest, while the other girls slept soundly. She left Wendell in her room, lest Mark Logan somehow discover his hidden presence in the belt pouch too. She reached the golf course on time, and floated down to stand outside her spaceship on the grass. She heard footsteps running towards her, and soon heard a voice:

'"Don't worry Ann. It's only Mark Logan. I didn't know exactly where you'd land. I was waiting over there, and ran across when I saw you float down. I thought you'd be landing the ship on the grass."

He slowed his tread to a walk and stepped towards her, holding out a small but expensive bag of sweets.

"Why thank you!" said Ann.

"I've just had a thought. How can I get into Wildstar? Your bracelets might not negate the effect of gravity on our combined weight. I weigh a lot more than Kay."

"Well you could climb that tree and wait on the overhanging branch. I'll go into Wildstar and have Butler One move the spaceship over until it's just under your branch. Do you think that would work?"

"Let's try it," said Mark.

Soon he was standing on top of the spaceship. The cylindrical tube lowered before his very eyes, and he heard Ann call up to him:

"Stand on the circle when I send it up again. That's how you ride down into Wildstar, Mister Logan."

Ann was taking no chances. As well as Butler One's protection, she was equipped with her own defences. She had the special strength of the flexible exolimbs which she was now wearing underneath her pink and green costume. Mark Logan would be no match for her. He was soon standing beside her.

"Well this is quite a sight, Ann."

"Thank you for the sweets."

"You're welcome. So where are we going?"

"How about a ride into space?"

"That does sound like fun. Can I sit down somewhere and enjoy the ride in comfort?"

"Sure. There's two passenger seats over there by that monitor screen. So you'll be in the best place to see what's going on. Alright then Butler One, take our ship to the prettiest planet I know, Saturn."

*          *          *          *

"You know Mister Logan, being a mistress of Scientific wonders enabled me to join a group of super heroes called Space Force. They have a home base on Saturn. How would you like to see some of their special powers?"

"It's too good to be true!" said Mark Logan, "I'd be delighted!"

"Alright then Butler One, would you prepare hailing frequencies for Space Force?"

"Opening hailing frequencies at once, Miss O’Malley."

"Thank you. Ann O’Malley to Space Force headquarters."

"This is Space Force Headquarters," was Butler One's translation of the response, "Miss O’Malley, I advise using the translation earphones I recently helped you to perfect."

"Oh yes. I was so nervous about Mark Logan, that I forgot. He can use Arella Kayne's pair. They have a microphone attachment too, so that our words are projected out in Saturnian when we have the microphones in front of our mouths," thought Ann.

 She offered a pair to Mark, and put her own on as well.

"This is Ann O’Malley again," she said.

"Nice to hear our own language this time," said the voice, "How can we be of service to you?"

"I was bringing a visitor to see you. Can I land Wildstar in the docking bay?"

"That will be possible. You'll see some space when you come in."

"Thank you. Tell me, is Ragel with you at the moment?" asked Ann.

Although only a teenager, Ann was pleased that her  formal english was progressing rapidly, because of her frequent conversations with Butler One, who was programmed to speak fluently in many of the languages on earth and other worlds as well.

"Well I could find him if you like."

"It would help. I think that my friend Mister Logan would find him really interesting,"
said Ann.

Wildstar touched down, and Ann showed Mark Logan to the lounge facility rooms inside the headquarters of Space Force. Butler One was asked to give Mark a tour of the headquarters, while Ann spoke to Ragol.

She explained her problem to him and added, "I think that your amazing powers of extranormal hypnotism are my only chance. With you, he would completely forget everything."

Ragol agreed to help, and had soon placed Mark Logan in a trance. With the translator headphones on, Mark could be hypnotized by a speaker of fluent Saturnian.

"You will forget about everything that has happened since you first saw the fire. You will only remember going home to bed, because you felt sick. You spent two days in bed, and did not recover until the third day. You will be taken back with Ann O’Malley. You will return home from the golf course and change into your bedclothes. Then you will forget everything, remembering only what I have instructed you to remember."

*          *          *          *

"And that is the end of Mark Logan's story," thought Ann O’Malley as she opened a bag of expensive sweets.

1996…

“I loved having those sweets in my mouth,” said Ann, “Especially the boiled ones. Would you like to climb inside for a while? I can enjoy the taste of you for an hour or so, and then fall asleep, and go on with my story when I’ve had an hour or so to dream.”

“Sure,” said Martin.

Ann opened her mouth wide, and he climbed in to rest against her soft slippery tongue until she awoke later and continued her story.