As a result, the rock was converted to pure energy, and that conversion was the explosion that you saw.“The answer to the other question is that the...e are no living aliens left on Earth. There are still a number of the alien robots left in various places, but they are harmless now that the controlling brains are dead. They can be ignored unless you are curious.”“Are these robots those asparagus-like things that we fought?”“Yes.”“Oh, dammit, here we go again. Is there a way for me to tap into. Know, then, that in the woods outside our city lived a poor man, Carlo, some fifty years of age, who eked out a bare existence farming the poor soil in a small clearing he had made; and he had been married once, but lost her to an itinerant tinsmith, who, taking away Carlo's bedmate, condemned him to a life of solitary pleasures, such as they were. One day -- it being too early in the spring to plant, and yet pleasant enough to tarry out of doors -- Carlo was sitting on a stool outside his. We arrived at her place and we got ready for it. I was feeling extremely horny from knowing that I was going to be the first guy to fuck her in the ass. She dropped her tight fitting jeans to the floor and she lifted up her t-shirt, revealing her ample tits under her bra. She looked amazing in her underwear and it was very revealing. She was wearing a silver g-string and matching bra. It was an awesome sight."Whad'ya think?" she said as she stood in front of me in her flashy underwear and. “It was in his journals,” Kara said. “Maybe three weeks before Bethany’s accident.”“I think I was skimming at that point because I wanted to get to the good stuff!”“You?!” I asked. “You think YOU are the good stuff?”“Have you had better? Hmm?”“Well...” I teased, leaving the thought hanging.We walked into the Chinese restaurant where our order was just being brought out from the kitchen. I paid, we took the bags and headed home where the rest of the family, minus Matthew, had gathered. We had.