"Of course, you don't need to ask," I reply.She walks off, and I notice at the last minute she has picked up her purse before walking around the corne... into the hall. I wonder briefly why girls keep so much stuff in their purses, as hers looks over filled, and then I forget about it.The music is playing a soft, jazzy tune, and I stare off out the apartment window into the night street. The room itself is mostly empty except for the sofa, since I had only recently moved in.I am jolted out of my. All the while I was still on my hands and knees letting him penetrate me at will, nervous with anticipation. Needless to say, i was becoming like a cat on a hot tine roof. As I was there, and excited to be doing this, I wanted it to happen already. Then, he changed his tactic. He started to put the slightest bit of pressure on his hand, pushing ever so slowly and carefully, all the while twisting it slowly clockwise, then back counter clockwise. He kept this up until he was right at the point. ”“It’s tough out there all alone...”She nodded and sniffed, “I know.”“Ah ... not the first time.”Kate nodded in the darkness.“Things bad at home? No one to care?” He asked softly. His voice told her he was older.“My grandfather died. I was an orphan ... he rescued me. Now there’s no one.”Her tears started anew and she could see the man nod his understanding. But he really didn’t understand. She’d answered as if she was Jessica. Why? Kate’s grandfather had died long ago.“What kind of man was. There was nothing else there, no strange information, no maps, no projections in his field of vision. Nothing. He smiled.Scott didn't need a map anyway. After a quick glance around, he knew exactly where he was. They were on a ridge overlooking an ancient creek bed, a modest hike from the old Piotrowski house. The campsite had been a favorite since he and Jobe had first discovered it.He turned around. The aliens had parked his truck on the downslope. The tires and sides were caked in dirt as if.