He could feel the cool night air as itswirled around his nyloned legs and caused the skirt of his dress and hisslip to flutter in the breeze as he min...ed along on the high heeled wedgesandals he wore outside. Finally he found the door to the bunkhouse andcrept inside."Andy..." Dale whispered to his sleeping friend as he quietly leanedover his bunk. "Andy," he said again."Wha...what? Who's that?" came Andy's voice as he awoke still groggy."D...Dale? Is that you?" he said rubbing his eyes. . All that could be said for sure was that the being seemed to move on no more than four legs and it was estimated to stand about four feet tall. All of the tanktubs accelerated to maximum feasible speed as the operators tried to get a better look at whatever they had seen so fleetingly.Suddenly, the tanktubs stopped sending images back to the Earth-based control center. It was impossible to tell whether the tanktubs had been destroyed or communication had simply been blocked. The smart money was. From the first time I ever laid eyes on him at the beginning of our freshman year in college together, I thought that Michael Taylor was one of the biggest, and geekiest nerds I’d ever met. He was short, scrawny, with dark brown hair that always looked like he’d just come in out of a wind storm. He wore these thick, ugly, black-rimmed glasses, with coke bottle lenses, through which he constantly stared at me during the few classes we shared that first semester, and it made me very. ‘No problem,’ Jess replied. ‘Do you wanna hang about here for a bit? There’s nobody around?’ ‘Uh, sure,’ Jess said. She didn’t think it would be that easy. They sat on the sofa and talked, and Anna poured her some wine, with Jess promising not to tell her mother. They sat opposite each other, and Jess relaxed and casually opened her legs, noticing that Anna kept glancing at her. Then Jess moved beside the tennis star, and rested a hand on her knee. ‘Um…’ Anna began, but Jess slid her hand up.