Yet another boring hour of stats lecture was about to test Gina’s will to stay awake. The auditorium itself made her drowsy as she entered it and followed the stairs down to the front of the class. She was late again and no seats were open passed the first rows. She sat near a couple of nerdy guys who eyed her body up with little thought to if they would be caught in the act. She bent down to arrange her backpack and purse at the floor. She let her ass sway slowly in their direction, her very tight jeans revealing her shapely hips to the nerd’s overly eager eyes.
“But why?” the Air Force general seated at the large conference table asked loudly.
The number of incidents occurring worldwide was increasing daily. It started over isolated beaches. Flying saucers dropped down out of the sky, followed by arcs of golden lightning emanating from strange apparatuses mounted on the spaceships’ undersides.
Hiya honey~! You doing alright up there? Well, as alright as things can get under the circumstances at least. I imagine that finding out the hard way that your girlfriend is breaking up with you *and* that people can get inflated like balloons *and* getting left out tied to a railing on the balcony, floating in the breeze for hours while I hang out with all my hot girlfriends, all in the space of like one day would put a dampener on anyone's spirits. Ah well, whatever, I'm getting sidetracked.
