I might add that the woman was probably in her late thirties, so there wasn't any love there but she sure could fuck. I thanked Milton for the going a...ay present. He wished me the best and told me to take care of myself.Here they were at my party. They looked the same but just older. Milton grabbed me in a bear hug. "Good to see you, Jess," he said.I shook Ryan's hand, and we talked for a few minutes before I led them over to the food. I guess Milton made a few people look twice. He was my. I don’t dare reveal my otherness though, on peril of my life. I have proved that over and over again. If any aliens ever visit, they had better be prepared for a violent hostile reception from most humans, even if they look like glowing angels. I quickly gave up on that trial.As a consequence I have become very good at seeming a normal person, albeit an exceptional example of one. I never get ill, and only age as camouflage. I have kept this same formerly sow’s body for a very long time, just. She noticed the room door was open and that I was in there and she quickly ran over to her computer, but when she saw the computer was on she had a worried face and quickly closed it.She asked “Ryan, what are you doing here? My room door was closed because I didn’t want anyone in here.”I replied “I need help with my calculus homework; I can’t seem to solve one of the problems.”“Okay, fine, I’ll help you with it, but next time please don’t come in my room without me being here.” I noticed that. Thiscontinued until the late 2000s when I began to realize I was heading fora dead end. My little story was now more than 400 kilobytes in length,with substantial portions still unwritten; and, what was worse, I wasuncertain of how it should end. I had grown increasingly dissatisfiedwith it and knew I would have to rewrite it almost entirely before itcould ever be published. In addition to all this, I had started to feelthat the passage of time had made references to Buffy the Vampire.