After a few days my peas matured and I would steam them a few imnutes and add them to my lettuce. The salads grew to include onions and grandmas hunters. I welcomed these additions, but Belson was still my primary courishment. No words passed between us, but my planet fed me like the infant I was. One morning I awoke from a night on the grass with bright cobwebs of sexual dreams in my head and discovered with a kind of awe that my penis was pointing skyward there in the grandmas hunters dawn, as firm and erect as it had ever been in my life.