I waved the light in her face, trying to wake her up, she didn’t move, I leant forward, putting my thumb gently on her eyelid and peeling it slowly ...p, shining the light in her eyes. She had shiny silver pupil-less eyes. They didn’t move or stir, nor did the rest of her body. She must’ve been knocked out on the impact. Being me, I was a very kind and hospitable person, but…this alien, was on a different level. Not only that, but the feds could easily take interest in me, and her. But…she was. In thetime it took for them to leave I made up a reason for changing. Thistime it would be coming out of the bath so I would need fresh underwearhowever Mother put down the panties that she accidently bought meinstead of my regular ones.Again you can see I have to justify my actions and it didn't matter howimprobable because I only had to convince myself. "This was quiteingenious especially at the spur of the moment," I thought to myself asI was filling the tub and setting out fresh clothes. "Meanwhile the cameramen had been doing their job. They'd missed the package's silent arrival in the plaza, but they'd filmed the casing sitting there, the Guardian Angel's appearance, and the reporters floating toward the note. Some of the cameramen had zoomed in on the note before it became obscured by reporters' legs. Some of the reporters had pretty legs, so the cameras tended to linger on those as there was nothing else to film.Then the heads on top of the pretty legs found out what a W80. What I perhaps lacked in skill I hoped to make up for in effort. My efforts were soon rewarded as Mistress reached her orgasm. I was so pleased I had helped her achieve this.“Thank you,” said Mistress. “I should punish you more often.”“I would like that, Mistress.” I had replied before I had time to consider what I had just said. Mistress smiled at me.“I want you to replace the pillows and lay yourself back over. Only look forwards. I do not want you to look behind. Is that clear?”I was puzzled.