When she arrived and had unpacked at the small cozy cottage where she'd be staying, Jane changed her travel clothes to a loose-fitting blouse and pant... that were comfortable for walking and lounging around in and she didn't much care whether anyone noticed her there during her vacation time or not. She certainly wasn't dressing with the idea of getting a man's attentions. Jane thought that she might actually see if she could attract a man's attentions and get herself royally laid while she was. It looked as if the Betelgeusians had jumped in close enough to spur a charge.My eyes focused on a less familiar shape, malformed and alien. My first impression was that it looked like an armored shrimp, its distinctly biological, bony shell layered with shining plates of metal that resembled the armor of a medieval knight. It had spindly, insectoid legs that were tucked beneath its belly, like the segmented limbs of a spider. It had no portholes that I could see, and no visible bridge windows,. Tess told me, “Now, you sit over there and behave yourself.” I did as I was told. She moved a few yards from me—well out of reach I noticed. Tess took a long slug from her gin and tonic and placed the cup with great care onto the armchair of her lounger. With that curious dexterity peculiar to women, Tess reached behind her to unsnap the bikini top. Time was suspended. Everything took on a heightened glow of light and deeper intensity of heat—an electric moment—as I waited for the. I was enjoying him touching me. What was I thinking? Here I was about to let a big black man, twice my age, fondle me in a theater. I looked again at his bright shiny watch and then nervously touched it. He leaned over and asked me if I liked his watch as his hand rested on my lap with two fingers touching just inside my unzipped pants. He could feel my erection with his fingers. This was getting really weird. I had never before had a male touch my private except for a doctor. Let alone,.