"I was baffled. "He's not green," I said.She smiled. "It's just a name, kind of a term of art. I've got a teen-age nephew." She saw my raised eyebrows... "My sister's kid. Older sister. Twelve years older, actually. Anyhow, he's into science fiction everything—movies, TV, books, games, you name it—and he's always talking about LGMs. It means aliens, people—or things or whatever—from other worlds and all, they don't have to be little or green or even men, but they're often shown that way in the. We had eventually finished the meal.“I’ll do the dishes so you can go on your run” I said with a smile and quickly looked at her outfit. “You don’t have to do all of this. It’s too much” she said attempting to deny my offer.“You’re the one who usually does all of this. I’m just here for a couple of days, surely I can manage it for that amount of time” I said convincing her to just go exercise. She had soon left the house and I had finished up the dishes. Without any conscious input my mind. Many male friends came forward to try to resuscitate her but the one who got there first was too eager and tried a bit too hard…Lightning strikes you outHeart stopped, lips turned blue, friends blewYou bloat like balloonA dead cheerleader was brought to me one day. Hot, sexy cheerleaders have always turned me on. This one had been struck by lightning during a sporting event and could not be resuscitated. She had a very pretty face and was dressed in the usual hot skimpy cheerleading outfit with. "I'll just check your arithmetic." She hoped he did not mind, but she had always been good at adding up long columns.He leaned back, rubbing his eyes and stretching his sore back muscles. And then sat quietly in the glow of reflected lamplight, admiring his wife's profile and her ability to concentrate, seeing the tip of her tongue occasionally at the corner of her mouth, the tendril of hair she kept tossing out of her eyes. For some reason the errant curl reminded him of the ill-fated school.