I don’t smoke, I drink in moderation, and I watch little television. Thrilling life, isn’t it? Who was Mandy, what was her game, and why did she s...em so interested in - of all people - me? I asked the wall, the carpet, the curtains over the dark window and the blank computer screen, but they vouchsafed no answers. Nor did they explain what drew me to her. It wasn’t physical attraction; she wasn’t ugly but she projected all the sex appeal of a bath sponge (and no, that wasn’t among my tastes).. Smiling ever more, I took a shower to freshen up and then waited for her arrival. On the appointed hour, a knock at my door announced her arrival. I flung it open and she immediately hugged me fiercely.“Oh Markie, I’m so sorry. I know how much you wanted it to work but it’s for the best.”“I know,” I said, returning the hug, “I just hate the finality of it.”“I understand. Why do you think I haven’t dated again?” She pushed the door shut and locked it. “I’m well rid of that prick and his. Right out in the open? I never knew that about those critters. No wonder there suddenly are so many of them. That’s what you get with such basic life forms.” Human procreation videos that went around the internet , called porn, started to circulate alien media channels. Still, even with all the trash talk and superior attitude, more in depth studies were done and more aliens read up about the humans.Human females were the most interesting subjects as they were the ones that seemed the most. .. about ... you know ... being with you,” he said.I slowly ran my hands through his sparse chest hair. “For how long?”“The past sixteen years.”I giggled. “Really, that long?”“No, maybe the last three or four ... since you got these...”His hands cupped my large breasts and I let out a little involuntary moan.We took a few moments and basked in the post-coital glow. Being with an older man was so much different from being with guys my age and my head was spinning. I could hear the waves gently.