. I'll be down in a few minutes" Yuri shouted, then turned to me and said "That's Mrs Jones my daily help. She comes in every day normally in the week...to clean and cook supper for me, but today she's come in to help clean up after my Party. Would you like to give a hand?"So we both scrambled up and dressed and all together we cleaned up the place. The next Saturday, she came to South Wimbledon and collected me and my small amount of clothes. She installed me in a small bedroom on the same floor. Still, my overactive libido began wondering what would be unearthed if I’d taken the time to peel away the layers of frump. She was clearly nervous. In fact, she was wound tighter than a watch spring. If I’d made a sudden move she would have crumbled. It was strange. How could anyone be this nervous? It wasn’t like I was some monster. I needed to probe a bit. What I found was a startling combination of things. First, she was generally nervous in front of any new person. She was just to shy and. Gently, we move in unison. The wind blows on my partially exposed buttocks, as I move my body in towards his, I move my hands up his t-shirt, feeling every blemish, every rib and feature. Our speed quickens, we kiss and kiss and kiss. I try to slow down, but he is having none of it. He instructs me to move faster, faster, faster. I am out of breath as I reach the plateau. I want to stay at that plateau forever. Faster and faster, his legs around me stiffen, his body muscles clench, his buttocks. Suddenly his perspective changed radically multiple times in only fractions of a second. Holding his hand over his mouth and feeling like he was going to throw up, he noticed contrail tracks off to the side, barely perceptible, having already moved well away from a position to see the aircraft. However, the contrails told him it was no simple commercial airlines the craft had been avoiding. They were military jets still searching for him, or any observable signs of the alien technology they.