...'not yet' " Vanessa responded with a whisper to the last comment "No Miranda here is what you might call a colleague of mine, she has something tha... I'm very interested in, isn't that right Miranda?" U-um yes I h-have a book that Vanessa is interested in " Oh yeah ? I do appologise miss but seeing you holding the hem of M'lady's dress up there I was into thinkin'! Ron interjected "Yes Ron ...you were thinking ?" Vanessa remarked trying looking for a response from Miranda "Oh my !" Miranda. “Hmm, jury’s still out,” she said. “Let’s just say, I’m interested.”“Yeah, well, I know my brother, and I can say with confidence that he sure as heck is interested,” said Ronald. “I’ve been trying to get him to find himself a woman to latch onto for forever. He’s one of those who needs a woman to guide him; he’s kind of shy if not exactly painfully so, I guess is the bottom line. But, I just didn’t expect him to be so successful.” He laughed uproariously at his own remarks.“Thanks, I think,”. I can't stop imagining his tapered fingers wrapped around my rock-hard cock, stroking it till I cum all over his face. Shit! I've turned into a fucking faggot. I've got to snap out of this.But what really got me to thinking, I guess, was what I saw him trying to hide in his laundry basket. It was full of soft, silky, lacy, delicate women's lingerie all perfectly folded and all in the latest styles and fashion....Thongs and padded push up type bras where the cups stay up and shaped, and satin. When they arrived no trace existed of the spaceship landing. The diner looked just as deserted as it did when he first saw it the night before. The sign was gone. Vincent had a sickening feeling in his stomach as he led the Sheriff and Riley inside. The inside was empty. Dust was everywhere. Old trash lay scattered about."Aliens, huh?" the Sheriff said disgustedly. "I don't even see a wild goose." They were here. I know they were. They've put everything back, obliterated all traces... but they.