

   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."

  
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   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.

  
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   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?

  
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