Kara awakens.

Kara yawned and sat up on a plush bed with silk sheets. Glancing around the feminine room, she could tell a woman lived here. The last thing she remembered, she was in a ship, and crashed. Strangely she couldn't remember much beyond that. Parents, history, friends, everything seemed to be blank. She recalled a redhead with pale skin, who had been in a truck. She had saved her, and then passed out.

Getting up she padded to the mirror and glanced at herself. She didn't seem to be hurt, which was good. The house obviously belonged to the woman she had saved. She was on a planet called earth, in a province called America. She wasn't sure why she knew that, considering she didn't know anything about her own past. Including her planet of origin.

Kara turned to each side admiring her toned athletic body, full round bottom, and large breasts. She gently flicked her small black nipples amused with herself. With a sigh of satisfaction she slipped her hands down her smooth stomach, over her navel. She glanced around wondering where her clothing had gone.

Suddenly she heard a squeak from a nearby room, and realized a shower had been running, and was just shut off. Turning perplexed, she waited as someone shuffled around the other side. Reaching out with her hand and mind, she lifted the large plush bed slightly off the ground, and waited.

The beautiful redhead emerged from the shower wearing only a towel around her lithe form. “Oh my.” She gasped softly seeing her.

“Sorry.” Kara said quickly, gently setting the bed down.

“You speak English.” Martha said surprised.

“I, do.” She nodded, not sure what language she should be speaking.

“Are you, an alien?” The woman asked softly.

“I, am, not from this planet.” She nodded, her mind reeling, as she tried to process.

“I'm Martha.” She smiled extending her hand.

She glanced at her hand for a moment, before she realized it was a polite greeting. “Kara” She replied, shaking her hand gently.

“You're so beautiful, I mean, human like.” Martha blushed softly.

“As are you.” Kara smiled demurely.

Martha giggled softly. “Thank you for saving me.”

“You're welcome, and thank you for saving me.” She smiled back, sitting down on the bed.

Sitting next to her Martha smiled brightly. “So, where do you come from?”

“I honestly don't know. I remember the ship I was in, the crash, and you. Nothing else.” She replied with a sudden frown.

“But you know you're not from here.” Martha frowned.

“And that I am somewhere in a province called America.” She nodded.

“Country.” The older woman giggled.

“Country.” Kara smirked.

“You're welcome to stay here, but, you have to stay out of sight.” Martha said turning serious. “Humans can be fearful of what they don't understand.”

“Do you, know what happened to my ship?” She asked suddenly.

“Yeah, it's hidden in the barn cellar. While you were sleeping, I borrowed Larry's tow truck, and loaded it up and brought it here.” She reassured her.

“Thank you.” She smiled again.

“Of course, so, stay?” She asked.