I had been studying; I knew that butterflies had special glands on their wings that secreted a sexual attractant - but that was for males to lure fema...es. The Nympha seemed to possess scent glands that served a different purpose."You never got those tapes; you don't know anything about aliens in this County. Whoever sent that evidence is a kook." The sultry invader instructed."Whoever ... sent ... evidence ... is a kook." Exec man drawled. Faintly colored mists wafted into his face. He breathed. Then she smiled, and told me that, until she finds whatever she wants and needs, in the meantime she would very much like the chance to ride that thick cock of mine. Not that night; she had to be home on time that night, to avoid raising any suspicions from her husband. But sometimes soon, she hoped we could spend 3 or 4 hours together in a motel room, getting to know each other much better. She didn’t think I was her destiny, and I didn’t think she was my destiny, but we both agreed we could. But I finally stopped, and put the last pair in storage. I'd discovered myself contemplating the idea of putting the cigarette out elsewhere. And had also been contemplating filling a hypodermic needle (I had them from when I had visited a third world country, in order to not get an injection from a dirty needle) with air and ending the pain. I still hurt every time I walked by a place that had been 'ours,' and I was paying less attention to my courses than I should have been. The semester. “Jeff,” she put her hand to her heart. “You startled me. Amy isn’t here.” She kept her dark eyes on him, a flutter in her stomach and a growing warmth in her pussy shortening her breath.“I know.” It was all he said, his eyes locked on hers, as he strode toward her. She stood quickly, her chair skittering on the hardwood floor, the fluttering in her stomach turning into an ache. She should scream. She knew she should scream, shout, something, but she seemed to be paralyzed, and then he was right.