Maybe whatever killed all these people had killed him, too.Or maybe the only reason I wasn't dead was that I'd been down there, trapped underground in...Uncle Willard's mine.None of the dead people I saw was marked in any way. It was like poison gas had gone through, or some kind of death ray. Yeah, right. A death ray. I'd been reading too many comic books.I figured whatever it was must have happened late in the night. Last night. That would account for the small number of people I found in the. The sunlight seemed to be growing brighter, and she was feeling warmer, in fact as she looked down she saw that her dress was quite damp. Not far away a tall, dark-skinned young man who was spraying the plants with a hose turned to look at her-- and the look on his face as he turned to look at her told the story. He rushed over to her as her knees started to buckle and just barely was able to hold her up to guide her to a bench placed fortunately just a few feet away."Are you all right, ma'am?". ”“Whatever is producing it, it must be local, between the distant objects and us,” Addy noted. “You should ignore the visual spectrum and run gravity scans to determine where they originate.”“An excellent suggestion. I’ve already begun, but as I surmised, they aren’t strong or stationary.” One wall lit up with a map of the region ahead of them, with a weird green shading overlaying the basic black of space between the various distant white stars. “This is a gravitational projection of the. ***David was riding on a wave of sensual pleasure as Megan grindedenthusiastically on his member; he brushed a long strand of red hairout of his green eyes and looked in astonishment at his naked body. Hewas completely hairless and his skin had a pale radiance about it. Hisform was androgynous, but for his shaft buried to the hilt in Megan hisbody no longer retained any male features. In addition his legs were nolonger dangling over the edge of the bed, he must have lost at leastsix inches from.