Go on back. I’ll bring them to you.”Josh was still racking the balls when Jim showed up with their drinks. They both thanked him.Lisa took a sip. ...��Woah. That’s strong.” She paused before adding, “But then I don’t drink much.”“So why don’t you drink? Are you Mormon or something?”Lisa found that funny. “Oh no! My husband just frowns on me drinking.” She took another sip. “But hey! He’s not here, right?”While her son was picking up the game rather quickly, Lisa was proving herself to be not much. It opens easily when I try it this time, so I leave the room and see a light coming from a room at the end of a long hall. I glimpse a woman wearing a black burqa stepping into the room and moving to the side. We've adopted the US military's slang for such women. BMOs, Black Moving Objects, are what we become for some of our anonymous activities, especially ceremonies. I'm shaking as I walk down the hall. I look inside and see Claire, standing naked and facing away from me. Her ass is bright. I lay down, turned to face Erin’s belly, and curled up. Lynn started the car and off we went. Seeing that the sun was shining in my eyes, Erin lifted her shirt and put it over my head leaving only the fabric of her nursing bra between my mouth and her nipple. The next thing I knew, a hand was pulling down the front of the bra and placing the world famous left nipple of Erin O’Dell into the mouth of a very happy Paul O’Dell. I latched on and fell asleep.“That ought to keep him quiet for the rest. They’re digging a mighty big hole. You’re gonna tell me exactly what they’re looking for, and then you’re gonna help me stop ‘em.”The Huragok flipped the lighter open, igniting the flame, everyone in the room holding their breath as the alien brought it towards the cigar. It held it beside the tip, the Marine taking a puff and exhaling a cloud of grey smoke.“I take it we have a deal, then? Good. And you,” he added, turning to face Alba as he took another long draw. “You’ve been into the lion’s.