She was unloading cartons from the Sienna into the Winnebago when a shadow began to pass. She looked up and yelled to her sisters. There was plenty of...time, and the three stood watching until the monster ship passed out of sight.“Not that it will matter a lot, but we’d better get armed and start our shooting practice. Even if the aliens are friendly, every living person and whack job in the state will be heading for St. Louis,” Scarlett told them. “Just like us.”Violet hugged herself and. "So you appear to be a god, or a human with god powers. Ah! I see, a godling, this will be enjoyable after all." Taking a step forward the male swung at Ephus again barely missing him. This time Ephus actually put some power behind the punch. This caught the male off guard as he flew backwards a good fifty feet.As the male smashed into the front wall of the building, Ephus could feel the entire building shake. A shout from inside caused the other male to sneer at Ephus, "this isn't over. All of the victims was children under 10 years old, and most of them was girls, though there had been a few boys taken. The crazy thing was that there was no ransom demands. The speculation was that the children was being kidnapped and sold to whore houses as sex slaves.Now that really grabbed me in the gut and twisted something fierce! I hate the idea of sex slaves, and most especially, I hate it when children are involved. I pressed for information and got a surprising amount of facts. I just wish I could the beautiful Black ladies of the University of Montreal notice me. They only seem to notice the Black guys with White girlfriends. They complain about the lack of available Black men all day but never notice Black guys like me. As a big and tall Black guy in the city of Montreal, I'm well aware of my looks. I get stared at all day. Yet to Black women, the ladies I adore, I am invisible. How about that? I continued to excel in my classes. I also took time to travel. When.