The poor man had no idea it was his wife's way of saying "sorry" in advance for her anticipated lapse in fidelity this very evening.For some strange r...ason, the sight of the Reverend Harris arriving in front of their upscale home in the city made Marie more nervous than she would have expected. She hoped he would find her appealing in the way that males tend to desire females to act and tend to their needs. Marie was much besotted with the Reverend Harris or to be more accurate with his. Remember, his sister’s wedding is Saturday and he’ll be with all his family and friends. That would be too cruel to break the news to him beforehand. I also want to talk to my boss on Monday. I need to explore job possibilities out of L.A. I think I’m valuable enough to the company that maybe they’ll let me open an office there. We also need to decide if we want to stay in L.A. – there’s so much we haven’t talked about.’ ‘Well, now that you’re with me, there’s nothing we can’t do. Let’s dream. The realization is so, so crushing it takes her a moment to notice that the alien isn’t ripping her to pieces or bashing her against the walls. He doesn’t even pull her into his tank, where she would drown in minutes. For a moment in time, he just holds her, strong, huge and imposing,but gentle. As if he understands how easily she could be broken by him.“I’m sorry.” Is all she can bring herself to utter to her colleagues. She hears their steps as a crowd forms behind the glass. The alien. Suddenly I feel strong hands on my hips; an unseen stranger is behind me. Initially I vaguely wonder if it's one of my friends come to rescue me. If I was a little more sober, a little less high I would certainly whirl round to face the owner of these firm hands, however I barely even flinch. I'm completely absorbed in not only the music but the lustful vibes coursing through me that I actually welcome this physical contact. Those same hands increase their grip on my hips, their warm fingers.