She undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse exposing her push-up bra. "You boys could do unspeakable things to me and...mmmm there'd be nothing I ...ould do to stop you." Sarah looked at the two men seductively as she kicked her pants and shoes off, exposing her sexy red thong. Jason and Shawn’s minds were racing, they didn't run into this situation as much as most people might think. Professional sports teams have so much security these days that random girls showing up at a players hotel. Thanks to her short time living there, it looked identical to when she’d moved in, walls still clean and white, carpets (cheap, but new) unstained and unfaded.She’d opted to leave behind most of her furniture. That included her living room sofa, the kitchen table set, and pretty much everything in the bedroom save for the mattress. Brent’s house was fully furnished so she had neither the need nor the space for any of it.The mattress she had removed and disposed of. Leaving behind the mattress. I'm still lightheaded along with a migraine creeping in. "What's happening to me?" I yelled to the disappearing figure in the distance; my own voice sounding weak and hoarse as if I've been in a concert. Realizing I wasn't getting a reply and just standing there with these sensations coursing through my body I didn't feel a minute ago; I gingerly began my journey home.***I awoke in a cold sweat, my body drenched like the dew on the morning grass, my face clenching to the pillow. What a. In your English Language my name is David (Beloved) Patterson (Fathers Son), literally. I will not give it to you in my language, You would have a harder time learning our alphabet than I had learning English, and your slang has been a bitch. You would say that my professional and academic background is Xenolinguestics and Xenoanthropology. I am a Research Fellow from the Institute for Intergalactic Research on what you would call Rigel Seven. It is a smaller, denser, Green Blue planet covered.