Not a word was spoken after Gorman flicked off the video. All looked at the transcript in amazement except for one of the task force members, who Gorman addressed. " I know the world's getting pretty damn flaky Ben, but either you don't believe any of this, or it ain't the first time you've seen something like this." General Johnson retorted, " Nothing's scarier than seeing a naked Marine, Tom." The room broke into laughter at the joke at Gorman's expense. The two were good friends and often made inter-service jokes while serving together at the Pentagon. Gorman then replied, " Good preparation for Roswell then!" The room fell silent again and all eyes were on Johnson. "You were at Roswell?! Well son-of-a-bitch! I knew you white boys hold out on us!" "Five years there studying and analyzing all the files from the crash site and the other shit you all heard about on `Unsolved Mysteries' The Cold War was pretty heated up back when I was there back in 1975, and we had lost Nam and everything, so I wondered at first why the hell I was in the middle of nowhere looking at flying saucer evidence. I was a pretty good engineer and physics background, and we were trying to find out how everything ticked so that we could use the technology to scare the shit out of the Russkies" `"Did you ever see any of the bodies that were in the crash?" "No, they were long dead and cremated by then. Guess if I crashed on a strange planet with medical technology centuries behind I wouldn't last forever either. Especially if any viruses or bacteria entered the room where I was in that I didn't have immunity to. Anyway, from what information I was able to gather, the poor little bastard showed our doctors some medical techniques that would help keep him alive as long as possible. Jumped our medical research years ahead. Some of what Alex described in the transcripts are actually advanced versions of what we use today. The scanner panels and screens and computers are what we call MRI today. The light pens they used to operate are most likely laser surgery. When she described floating above her body, they probably had stopped her heart, experiences which heart and organ transplant patients often describe, and I would guess that if we have made advances in DNA usage, it's old hat to them." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Alex was miles away preparing for bed, her period over for another month. A cool breeze came into the window on this warm night and raised goosebumps on her skin and made her nipples stand up like elevator buttons. She slipped the straps of the blue lace teddy from her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist, and ran her fingernails lightly under her breasts, then squeezed her breasts together and softly kneaded them. She lightly tickled her erect nipples and felt an electric chill all over. She moaned softly, "Ohhhhh God I need a man in me, somebody fuck me, oooooh." Her hand then slipped into her into her lace panties, ran up the side of her pussy, and found her clit. She played with it while her other hand ran over her tits, her breathing became harder, and she arched her back while her hips started moving and twisting on the bed. As her chest, neck and face flushed a bright pink she raised her hips high off the bed and felt the release come to her as the insides of her vaginal canal quivered and her juices flowed freely from her pussy and soaked the panties. Masturbating was never this good as a man, she knew she could come again and again all night and she loved it. " I gotta get outta here soon, I'm so fucking horny, I need a cock in me now!" She wondered for a minute if there were any hidden cameras in the room watching her, and she hissed through her teeth, " Why the hell don't you come out from behind those cameras now! Stop jerking off while you're watching me and come in here and FUCK ME NOW!! I'll give you a fucking you'll never forget! It's worth the fucking court martial guys! I'll do chicks too! Whatever, I don't care, I was a fag when I was a guy! I just want it now!" After her tantrum had stopped she caught her breath, laid back on the bed, wiped away her tears and swore to herself that when she got out that some man would get fucked and sucked like no other woman he had or would ever have again. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------- Alex's old peers in Hollywood hadn't forgotten about him after his disappearance in spite of the callousness of the business. There were always rumors and theories floating around about what they thought had happened. It was always a hot debate in the party circuits, and at one of those parties Alex's old friend from their days back at Columbia University, Anthony Palumbo, was approached by a producer who was negotiating a movie rights deal with a newspaper reporter who was writing a book about the investigation of Alex's disappearance and the possibility of a government cover-up of what happened. He wanted Anthony's input about what he knew about Alex and that maybe he could write the screenplay. Anthony's first impulse was to punch him out and tell the ghoul motherfucker to shove it up his ass, but he had learned to handle his temper with the powers in Hollywood if he wanted to keep working in this town. The producer gave him the name and number of the reporter and asked him to call tomorrow. When he sobered up the next morning and thought about how whether he wanted to know what happened, but he felt that maybe at least he could find something to tell Alex's mother the next time she called to find out if there was anything new. He knew that eventually she could face it if he was dead, but will she be able to face all the private things that he kept from her when he was alive when and if the book got pulished? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------