Now she would never see him again, her chance was gone. ‘Sorry I’m late,’ she said as she opened the door to her apartment. ‘Hardly late at ...ll,’ her neighbor Ben said with a kindly smile as he stood up from the couch and walked over to greet her at the door. ‘How was he?’ ‘An angel. He’s in bed now.’ He said as he made his way to the door. ‘I have to get going, an early day tomorrow.’ Heidi felt guilty. Her babysitter had cancelled at the last minute, so she had been forced to ask Ben to. Besides the normal hot and humid DC Summer, we were just months away from the asassinations of Martin in April and Bobbie in June...so racial tensions were high...actually tense! Dad headed home for the weekend, so I was alone in our 1 bedroom apartment till Sunday night. I was bored and unusually horny that weekend. I spent the afternoon reviewing and reminiscing over my stash of hidden, hallowed gay porn that included terrific tales of coveted 1st time experiences, recounting happenstances. I work here doing basically what would be called interior design, but they say I set the mood. Nice, huh. I’m no hunk, no snappy dresser, or anything else ‘catchy.’ Mostly I’m here, behind the scenes, maybe catching a sight or two of some beautiful princess working on her turn at ‘world love.’ Here in my jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. Maybe with sample books in my arms, even smelling of paint at times. Or loaded down with knick-knacks I’ve shopped for to use in a particular setting. That’s me,. Turning on the tactical frequency, she activated the language conversion software as well as the com unit, and said, "To the Crytherian battleship. Know this! We are your death! We find you and your race guilty of murder, and slavery. I personally find you guilty of the death of our parents. Go to hell you bastards! Apocalypse Squadron, out." Changing back to her fighter frequency, she continued speaking, "Launch Odins! Launch Galahads!" Sir, we have a message from the ships heading towards.