She took in a deep breath and carefully walked downstairs with her shoulders back. The boys had on a video that caught her attention as she passed the... screen. The flick was in a boy's locker room and three basketball players who were still dressed in their uniforms . . . had snuck a cheerleader in with them. As Heather delivered the drinks to each boy . . . on a long couch . . . right across from the 60" monitor, she placed the tray down and sat in an adjacent arm chair. "You probably shouldn't. They’re members of the chess and math clubs. They probably spend their free time playing Dungeons and Dragons. They also never have girlfriends. There might be a mousy girl or two that hangs with them sometimes, but I think they’re just additional nerds. I bet those guys are horny as hell with no real chance of getting even hand jobs, let alone blow jobs. I could offer my services to them and wouldn’t have to worry about the whole school finding out because these guys don’t associate with. "Jezzzz someone's got out!"The pressure wave from beneath the saucer was almost unbearable. The girls screamed holding their eyes as the vibration and thunderous hum of resonating power shook the ground.The saucer tilted, and they realized it was banking, pointing towards the approaching gun-ships.A hail of bullets erupted from the attack birds as they closed it. The disc now facing them the rim dipped towards the ground. As the first shells impacted the ship they created fantastic green. It didn’t seem like much but the vision in that eye was damaged. It was still good but not good enough. ‘Sorry, son,’ the flight officer said. ‘You are most probably the best flier here but you know the rules. Your eyesight must be perfect and yours isn’t.’ Aaron didn’t answer him but his disappointment was etched on his face. ‘I can give you a choice,’ the officer continued, ‘You can stay here as an instructor. God knows we could use you or I can send you over to 4 engine school, you know,.