"He's dead and nothing you do will bring him back to life. You're NOT dead. What you have to decide is what actions to take to move ON with your life.... I don't KNOW what to do," wailed Lacey."You said something about keeping this quiet," said Claire. "How does that make you feel?" Awful," said Lacey. "I'm scared. That's what made me say that, but it's not the right thing to do." She covered her face. "But I don't want Bob to get in trouble either!" What do you feel is the right thing to do?". "Damn," he said again. "Damn and blast it."He killed the picture, drained the last of his whisky and closed his eyes; the miserable angst that never left his face a stark contrast with the sumptuous comfort around him.Ten minutes later with the glass still empty the door opened."You're early," the statement had a question buried somewhere in the flat legal tones.An elegant brunette stood in the doorway, half smiling, half frowning, a mobile, expressive face that might have been showing wry. My hands would be the instruments of your undressing. Would we kiss? We may kiss. Would the senses we have in our mouths find enjoyment Yes, we would taste each other at last? Would we enjoy the subtle mixing of our labored breathing? Would we enjoy the warm, wet lust that fills each of our mouths? Would we permitted our lips to part, encouraging, although would both our tongues know of these secrets already? Could we surviving the agony of sweet ecstasy, but whatever would you expect to gain. Looking back to the mirror something shiny caught my attention. It was a light blue color. A strand of the hair dangled down from the ceiling. Slowly I looked up. There she was that creature who was too beautiful to be human. Her eyes were shut but those things in her hair waved about. Her curled body somehow held itself to the roof. She saved me didn’t she? I should thank her. ‘Excuse me, umm miss alien? Are you awake?’ I asked flustered. Her eyes snapped open and she dropped atop me. I did.