It was late. They were mostly drunk or on there way to being totally ass wiped. One of them shoved his hand up under my skirt and that’s when it all... happened. You see, I guess I have a talent for being able to size people up. And I verbalized it that night ripping this guy apart in front of his buddies all the while he was burping, “Do I know you? How do you know so much about me?” and on and on. Anyway, it caught Roy’s eyes and that, as they say is the rest of the story. Roy offered me a part. .' Her body burned for them. Every nerve screamed for their touch. If only the bonds about her wrists would pull tighter, raise her off the floor, suspend her before them, her legs helplessly open, inviting invasion. She would let every last one of them have her to find what she needed, to be fucked brutally by the largest and most powerful of them, taking her body relentlessly, without feeling, fueled only by instinct-driven lust. Now and then, part of a face would appear - an eye, a nose,. He walked up to her and boldly kissed her on the lips, a lover’s kiss that he gave her time to avoid. She did not turn her cheek to him as she could have. His lips sent a small electric current through hers as if she touched the poles of a battery with her tongue. He took her arm and led her into the Breakwater, a bar and restaurant overlooking the ocean. He guided her to a back booth, seated her and then slid in beside her.A pretty waitress came for their drink order. He ordered a Michelob. He suspected it was something subversive, something involving the aliens, but he could only guess what that might be.I'd better get something moving while I'm still able; no telling what that socialist idiot in the White House might do. I think it's time for some contract help... He flipped through his little black book, tucked away in his encrypted iPhone, and dialed a number:Werner, could we meet at the usual place? I've got a rush job for you!Werner Schmidt, director and principal.