At the same time I felt a faint, disturbing jealousy: the pain was mine and I wasn’t ready to share it. The church was crowded, black seemed to be t...e appropriate, predominate color. The mood was subdued, quiet. It struck me suddenly that this was not what Jen would want. She was such a vivacious person, engaging others even if they were happy in their solitude. If she could look down — and I had to believe she was — I knew she would be mad at me for the blackness overwhelming me, emanating. I looked around for something to smash thewindow, but I could see nothing that would be of any use.Turning around I saw the rear window had a big crack in it. Hoping thatit would be weakened, I took off one of my shoes and hit the crack withit. The first two times nothing happened, but on the third hit, thecrack started to lengthen. I hit it as hard as I could until the crackran all the way up the glass, and with the next blow the glassshattered. I had taken off my jacket when I got into the. The Jungle Plague. It had happened shortly after first contact, back in the fifties. Like every other nation-state, Brazil had been eager to get their hands on fantastic technologies, alien contacts, and other goodies. They had opened their boarders. Three years later, all the rainforest that their farming had cleared away had been replaced by alien jungles, cattle dead by the billions, their corpses flowering and blooming into fungal growths. The Brazillian government had waged two. Part of her felt shocked that the respectable couple she had known for years had, in fact, been part of a swingers group. But, what embarrassed her the most was the itch that was starting inside her panties as she found herself getting turned on by the thought of the orgies that had taken place next door to her.“Is your group still together, Tom?” she asked while she studied him more closely than she had done before. For a man in his early sixties, he was in very good shape, no belly to speak.