I turned over and looked at her wet face. ‘I don’t deserve you.’ Silently, she got up from the bed and started dressing. I used the bathroom and...found my clothes. We weren’t hungry but had the complimentary breakfast anyway. It was before eight and we were the only guests in the small dining area with vintage wallpaper and gray views of the riled up ocean. It matched our mood. She played with my fingers and finally said, ‘Maybe there’s no salvage to us, Sean. Maybe this was never supposed to. But it was the same boy, she reminded herself firmly. And she continued to watch him with her complete attention as he made his way along the shelves, moving toward her but still safely distant. He stopped occasionally to read a book title, sometimes tilting his head to do so, once taking out a book and glancing at the flyleaf before putting it back and moving on. God, he was still moving in her direction! Why didn’t he find whatever it is he was looking for and leave?A few moments later he. It seemed to take the life out me, and the room.“The probe sent here was an automated machine. It played a prerecorded message that I’m now going to play for you,” said the General, pressing a button on a tablet screen in front of him.The display, on a large TV screen that was connected to the probe, woke to life.“General McCabe, I am General Dixon. The video you are about to see is shocking. The alien presence that was discovered, just a few weeks ago, is hostile.” Said General Dixon, his face. Even though I had a door, it was rarely closed and I was too afraid I wouldn’t hear someone and get busted. Especially by Hannah.For some reason, a lot of my fantasies lately were about Hannah. I wasn’t sure why though. I wasn’t particularly attracted to her physically. She was a bigger girl, around 5’8 and 230lbs with a dark complexion courtesy of her Latina heritage. Her tits were large but without all the firmness that a teenage girl usually has at that age. It was hard to tell though.