If my idea doesn’t work we will revert to what we had planned,” said Jason.“Jason, you are an idiot. I worked on my plan for centuries and you w...nt to change it at the last moment. Why, when you admitted it worked and the militaries and AIs agreed. What can you possibly do that would be better?” Lisirra asked flushing a dark red and glaring at Jason.Jason explained.“Jason, that is even by your weird standards a harebrained scheme. I think the chances of it succeeding are remote in the extreme,. She wants some educational advice after work, or help with her time card, and we end up with having coffee. During the conversation she just starts resting her hand on my thigh to make a point. In the heat of the moment, I take her little hand, kiss it, telling her how pretty she is, and then gently but firmly bring it to my swelling crotch and place it on my rigid jeans. My hand completely covers hers, and I keep my hand over hers so she can't pull away, but there is no resistance. I can tell. "You've been watching us, all of you," I said slowly. "Watching for years, longer. And there are quite a lot of you, doing the watching. Your ships are the ones that have been reported as flying saucers, UFOs." I paused, shocked at what I'd just said. "My God, the stories are true!" I exclaimed."Yes," he put in unnecessarily; I knew."But— But why don't we know about you, know for sure? I mean, I guess we've seen your ships, but it's only been fleeting glimpses. How have you been able to keep it. ” “That’s because she don’t go here,” Kmart Cowboy said, steering the buggy down the opposite side of the incline. “She goes up north. She’s got a friend too... she’s pretty hot. Wanna meet her?” Bouncing around inside the small seat of the dune buggy, I fell inward as Kmart Cowboy conducted a power slide into a patch of soft dirt, bringing the vehicle to a complete stop. “Sure,” I replied, brushing the rust-colored dust from off my clothes. “When we going?” .