So far this had happened twice. It was on a low frequency, but would carry to anywhere on the continent.The first time had been an accident. A SNARK h...ppened to be in direct line with a tight beam signal directed southwards. No responding signal had been picked up. Eric found this interesting and exciting!The ship had been decoding the transmissions it had intercepted, and was sure it was an automated signal of some sort. According to the ship, it had the, 'feel', of a house keeping signal.. She knew human males were fascinated with those particular fat deposits and had spent a few years getting them just right. It was nice to have her work appreciated."Good morning." He let his hand slide over the flat of her belly, fingertip dipping into the navel she'd shaped over a long winter. "Feel like going again?"Jazmura was tempted. That phase of her mission was complete, but she would have to hold this form for three quarters of a year while the messiah gestated. She needed to do. Johnson." Chris thought as the e-mail vanished fromthe computer screen and he finished storing the letter he was typinginside of the computer's hard drive. He then noticed it was a half hourpast the lunch hour. "Don't really have time for a big meal at thecafeteria. Maybe I'll just have a salad today."Taking small bites of the salad, Chris found himself unusually full. Hethen remembered that Mr. Johnson wanted his suit picked up before hewent home for the day. He headed for the company garage. I walk down the steps and the full force of the rain hits me. It feels amazing. I run out into the yard and begin to dance around. I feel like I’m back in high school staying out past curfew. The feeling of being naked when anyone can see is exhilarating. I begin to imagine there are people in the woods around my house watching me. Like a group of hikers, all men, who came into the area by accident and have gotten lost. Now they are all standing just inside the wood line watching me. I reach up.