I put on their headphones and they all smiled at the silence and then the pilot spoke, and they thought that was neater than canned beer. He reported ...hat they were taking off from a pad site that was my back yard. The vibration grew, and the machine rose gently.I looked at Jack and his lips were moving but I couldn’t hear anything, so I held up the wire and showed them that I was pressing a button and they could hear my voice.“Jack, Jill, you have to push this button in order to talk. Whatever. Then I'd pull on my shorts and leave the pool even more quietly than I'd arrived.I also visited the pool in daylight hours, soaking up the sun and swimming a bit, sometimes experimenting with revealing swimsuits but never doing anything unusual.One day, though, I was laying out at the pool mid-day, and as the lunch hour passed most of the other people packed up and left, until it was just me and a young blonde girl of 17 or so. She was stretched out on a chaise lounge, belly down, with her eyes. Standing in the middle of the floor was a man, or rather, half of a man.His thin legs danced about while his upper half was squeezing into theskin of a young light-skinned woman with fiery-red hair. Herexpressionless face suddenly inflated, and a pair of eyes and a mouthfilled out the empty holes. The man's arms quickly filled her gentlelimbs. Her chest inflated as his chest filled it, giving him (her?) apair of lovely, large breasts. Halfway through filling out the emptyskin, the person. I looked around and saw that I was propped up ina dirty single bed in a small, plain room with peeling and yellowedwallpaper. Probably some kind of safe house or something. Still, thequestion had to be asked. "Where the hell am I?" I pulled you into the car and we managed to escape before any more ofMr Steele's agents could open fire. We took a very indirect route; itis unlikely that we were followed to this location. However, it wouldbe unwise to stay here for any length of time." Yeah,.