Ubon was back on the bed again, and wouldn't rest until it was firmly snuggled in Alice's bosom, firmly encompassed in her breasts.  And then they would sleep...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Morning comes, her commlink shows no message (aside from something to grant her a larger penis and the usual stuff of course).  The fox, apparently, had remained in her bosom throughout the night, but rolls off and jumps off the bed towards the kitchen once Alice was up and moving.  There it sat, patiently, glancing from Alice to the soy process and back again...