The phone jangled unceremoniously as dawn's glow enveloped the flickering remains of the star studded heavens. It was Uncle Harvey, and he needed someone to watch over his remote acreage while he was in the hospital. Harvey was older than history, refusing to succumb to the trials of life and the advancements of modern technology, spending the greater part of his day wandering through his heavily wooded property to feed a flock of chickens and a few head of cattle that free ranged there. His "home" was an old Airstream with tarps thrown over the top and a small pump house nearby where he stored his feed and tools. I always had a soft spot for Harvey, his tenacity commanded respect, and his soft seldom spoken words were soothing to even those who refused to hear. With a few essentials hurriedly thrown into a handbag, I was soon on the three hour drive into the hills and Harvey.
Weak yet determined, Harvey left shortly after giving me few instructions and his heartfelt thanks. The sudden silence was deafening, and claustrophobia set in immediately. I soon realized my dependence on electronic media, and flipped on the small portable radio. After toying with the tuner for several long minutes I realized the listening venue was extremely limited. It would be a long stay. Just forced into retirement, I was on a job search that had thus far proven fruitless. My pension would barely cover my existence with vacations and luxuries reserved for my dreams and memories. My "lifetime" companion had parted ways several years earlier to pursue her life as a professional gold digger and my only kid had moved across country in pursuit of vague promises of fame. Basically alone, I had adapted - content with a simple life, yet longing to fulfill dreams I had long ago repressed.
My musings were suddenly shattered by an increasing high pitched whine followed by a resounding impact that violently shook the trailer, sending dishes and other paraphernalia flying. I jumped out of the trailer to see a few localized fires in the treetops and a large mound of dirt. A small shiny cylinder, that wasn't part of the natural topography rose a few feet above and beyond the dirt pile. Unlawful reentry, I mused, and briefly considered the debate over immigration laws; wondering if extra terrestrials might be included. With no phone, and barely enough gas in the car to get me back to civilization, I was on my own. Briefly, I considered the option of returning to the pseudo security of the trailer and await the arrival of the MIB's; but curiosity and the opportunity to cash in on alien souvenirs outweighed caution.
The pile of dirt was warm, obscuring most of the seamless cylinder. It glowed with a faint blue light every couple of seconds that made my hair stand on end and made the air tremble with a vibration that I couldn't hear, but definitely felt. Hesitating, I slowly walked up to the craft and touched its surface. The temperature of the craft was cooler than I anticipated. The fires it set on its approach were dying into embers, and there was no other sound – the forest was deathly quiet. I began to scoop handfuls of dirt away from the hull, searching for identifying marks but there were none. After several minutes of dirt displacement, my quest for answers and souvenirs remained as it had when I began. I stood somewhat breathlessly, resigned to assisting the MIB's when they arrived when a small globe, slowing swirling with blue pastel shades appeared beside me out of seemingly nowhere.
I slowly turned to confront my floating blue companion, quite aware that it was violating several laws of nature, and smiled. The colors began to lose their distinction and I heard a delicate feminine voice mutter a single, yet crystal clear petition for help. Don't ask me how I could understand; I reckon I'll never know. Yet, the request was clear, explicit, and urgent. I was compelled to comply, and opened my arms with my palms up in the universal gesture (I hoped) of 'how?' Again, I instantly understood its request for energy. Energy is a pretty nebulous term when one considers its properties, but as the sphere continued to lose color and sink slowly to the ground, the urgency became obvious.
I raced back to the trailer, looked around and found some old 2-line wire under the couch seat. Back outside, the only outlet was on the porch light, which I quickly dismantled and crammed the wires crudely into the socket. Unrolling the line gingerly, I worked my way to the cylinder and, after separating the two wires, tucked one line into the dirt touching one side of the cylinder and tucked the other onto the opposing side. I should point out the cylinder was only a foot or so in diameter, so the evolution only took a few seconds. Once the lines were secured, I raced back to the trailer and flipped the porch light on. A puff of smoke erupted from the light socket and the small light over the range dimmed considerably, but the cylinder glowed softly with the crude electrical transfusion. I ran back outside and retrieved the fallen orb from the bed of dried pine needles where it lay. Cradling it gently, I raced back into the trailer and placed it into a small decorative basket sitting by the window. Placing the basket next to the small stove light, I began to search for some more line. A small pop made me wheel around abruptly. In its quest for energy, the small sphere apparently popped the light bulb and was drawing a fine blue green line of current from the empty socket.
Content with the apparent energy crises averted, I hustled outside to the back shed and found an old rusty spade. After an hour of almost constant shoveling, the cylinder was completely covered with dirt and fallen branches. I finished just as I heard the MIB's drive up. Denying any knowledge of spaceships, aliens or conspiracy theories, they soon climbed back into their black SUV and continued down the road. If they would have paused to check my power meter spinning at a bizzilion rpm, they may well have remained. After a light lunch and warm beer, I set out on the chores that Uncle Harvey had outlined. The chickens were hidden under an old decaying log and the cows were huddled against the back fence. I voiced my disapproval and gently herded the critters back to their feed bins. They joined me grudgingly, and soon were happily pecking and chomping their way to happiness. I wandered around the property and soon experienced the peace that could only be found in the unspoiled beauty of nature. One of the young calves stopped feeding and came over to nuzzle my hand. For the first time in many years, I felt content.
Suddenly the stillness was shattered, the birds took wing in disarray, the cows bolted, and I looked up long enough to catch a brief glimpse of a silver sliver streaking through the trees towards the heavens. So much for souvenirs! With my tranquility shattered, I gathered my remaining thoughts and slowly made my way through the thick fern undergrowth towards the trailer. I couldn't help but wonder about the world my power hungry guests had come from. Then again, I rationalized; I didn't really need to know. There was an hour worth of work to restore the trailer waiting for me before dusk settled in and the day had provided more than enough excitement.
After examining the outside light fixture carefully, it became apparent that the socket was fused beyond repair. Stomping my feet to clean off the excess pine needles, I stepped into the trailer and there, on the heavily soiled couch lay the most beautiful female form I had ever laid my eyes on. I gasped and stepped backwards, missing the step and falling ass over teakettle into a growth of ferns. Staggering to my feet and shaking my head to dislodge the beautiful feminine image that surely must have originated in the twilight zone, I re-entered the trailer. She was still there – with beautiful doe-like brown eyes, long silky brown hair and legs that went on forever. No denying it, I was stunned and staggered backwards till the wall met my butt.
"Do you not like me?" Her frail high pitched voice barely registered on my traumatized brain. "I can be what you desire. . ." she offered as she morphed into a glorious African goddess with large full breasts and well toned thighs. A few moments later, it morphed into a frail oriental beauty with delicious mysterious eyes and small cupcake breasts, and then an Indian princess with thick black hair that reached her butt and dark piercing eyes that seem to hold the secrets of life itself.
"Hold on there," I blurted, still reeling from the shape shifting entity serenely perched on the couch. "Who or what are you?"
"I am created for you." It rose to its feet unsteadily and once balanced, walked to me with unsure steps.
"Ah, that's . . . nice," I responded, my thoughts in overdrive. Reaching out I gently steadied her, her warm skin soft and amazingly supple; almost human! Gently guiding her to a seat, I eased her into it gently.
"Show me your reproductive organs," she implored.
"Whoa . . . a little forward, aren't we," I stepped back a little stunned.
"No." She responded as she reached forward and had my pants and underwear around my ankles in a heartbeat. Her gentle hands quickly swept to my groin, and explored my limp package with the curiosity of a child. "It is beautiful," she whispered, as her dark aroused nipples protruded through a sheer translucent white gown and the unmistakable scent of sexual arousal drifted into the stale air. Her supple fingertips caressed every millimeter of my cock as if it were a priceless gem. Predictably, I became aroused with her gentle caresses. I absently stroked the thick crown of glorious black hair while stroking the soft olive toned skin of her face and neck.
Suddenly she withdrew and stared at my now fully engorged member with wide eyes. "Have I damaged it?"
It took me a moment to understand the disconnect. "Quite the contrary," I replied breathlessly.
