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on earth."
He smiled. "More than you might
believe. Oh, you are a troublesome bunch. But we love you nonetheless."
I said, "Well that's comforting. A
lot of people think you mean to eat us or something."
He smiled again and replied, "Please
be assured that we are confirmed vegetarians."
Before I could think of anything else to
say, we were joined by another couple.
Both female.
One was Julie, dressed just as I had last
seen her.
The other was Penny Laker, or a pretty
close double. She wore an outfit identical to Donovan's and on her it was a
knockout.
Julie's eyes looked a bit glassy,
otherwise she seemed okay in every respect. She gave me a tight smile and said,
"Isn't this exciting?"
I replied, "Better than
Disneyland."
The four of us laughed.
Penny touched my hand and said, "We
have important work, Ashton. Will you help us?"
“Time to conquer earth?" I asked,
trying to smile as I said it.
She did not quite know how to handle my
humor, passing it to Donovan with a little frown.
He told me, "We could manage it
ourselves, but it is
best we don't. Best
for all concerned. We cannot and would not force you. Ashton, why should we
conquer you? We already..."
I said, "Already what?"
He smiled, squeezed my arm
affectionately, told me, "We already love you. Be assured that we mean no harm
to any resident of earth. Will you work with us?"
Well there was only one thing I could say
in sanity; right? So I told him, "Guess I'm already part of it. May as
well go for broke. What do you want me to do? Please don't ask me to publish a
UFO newsletter."
Donovan laughed.
Penny frowned.
Julie clutched my arm and whispered,
"Be careful."
Next thing I remember, Julie and I were
walking hand in hand down the long ramp. I was feeling great, almost elated.
Julie seemed to be upset, though; she was trembling and maybe sobbing a
little.
That particular part is like a mere
snapshot in my mind.
The next I know, Julie and I are
embracing on the floor of my living room and she is moving her fully clothed
body against mine in considerable urgency. There are tears on her cheeks but
she is smiling through them as she says to me, "I find it convenient now,
Ashton, that you attack my brains."
And that, pal, was only the very front of
the night.
Chapter Eleven: Brain Drain
I have since been able
to reframe my memory and to thus realize that there were various real-time
validations buried in the experience. For example, it was about eight o'clock
when I was taken aboard the saucer. I calculate that from the fact that the sun
was setting when Julie arrived at my house and night had fallen shortly thereafter.
If
the whole thing had been purely a mental experience, I doubt that my delusion
would have been well enough organized to take the earth's time zones into account.
Yet when Donovan whisked me off to London, which is eight time zones east of
Los Angeles, Big Ben was showing the time as 4:12 and it was dark there so it
must have been a.m.
Then
when we backtracked from Europe to Hawaii in a twinkle of time, the relative
position of the sun was appropriately rolled back to a couple of hours before
sunset.
Of
course—even allowing the experience as real-world
and real-time—those
apparent leaps through space could have been electronically staged illusions. I
have had to consider the possibility that the "oval window" was
actually a large view screen and that Donovan was playing tricks with my head.
He had seemed a bit evasive when I asked how he did that.
My
feeling throughout the encounter, however—that is, the feeling that came
through the memory of it—was that Donovan had been trying to convince me of the
reality of
He smiled. "More than you might
believe. Oh, you are a troublesome bunch. But we love you nonetheless."
I said, "Well that's comforting. A
lot of people think you mean to eat us or something."
He smiled again and replied, "Please
be assured that we are confirmed vegetarians."
Before I could think of anything else to
say, we were joined by another couple.
Both female.
One was Julie, dressed just as I had last
seen her.
The other was Penny Laker, or a pretty
close double. She wore an outfit identical to Donovan's and on her it was a
knockout.
Julie's eyes looked a bit glassy,
otherwise she seemed okay in every respect. She gave me a tight smile and said,
"Isn't this exciting?"
I replied, "Better than
Disneyland."
The four of us laughed.
Penny touched my hand and said, "We
have important work, Ashton. Will you help us?"
“Time to conquer earth?" I asked,
trying to smile as I said it.
She did not quite know how to handle my
humor, passing it to Donovan with a little frown.
He told me, "We could manage it
ourselves, but it is
best we don't. Best
for all concerned. We cannot and would not force you. Ashton, why should we
conquer you? We already..."
I said, "Already what?"
He smiled, squeezed my arm
affectionately, told me, "We already love you. Be assured that we mean no harm
to any resident of earth. Will you work with us?"
Well there was only one thing I could say
in sanity; right? So I told him, "Guess I'm already part of it. May as
well go for broke. What do you want me to do? Please don't ask me to publish a
UFO newsletter."
Donovan laughed.
Penny frowned.
Julie clutched my arm and whispered,
"Be careful."
Next thing I remember, Julie and I were
walking hand in hand down the long ramp. I was feeling great, almost elated.
Julie seemed to be upset, though; she was trembling and maybe sobbing a
little.
That particular part is like a mere
snapshot in my mind.
The next I know, Julie and I are
embracing on the floor of my living room and she is moving her fully clothed
body against mine in considerable urgency. There are tears on her cheeks but
she is smiling through them as she says to me, "I find it convenient now,
Ashton, that you attack my brains."
And that, pal, was only the very front of
the night.
Chapter Eleven: Brain Drain
I have since been able
to reframe my memory and to thus realize that there were various real-time
validations buried in the experience. For example, it was about eight o'clock
when I was taken aboard the saucer. I calculate that from the fact that the sun
was setting when Julie arrived at my house and night had fallen shortly thereafter.
If
the whole thing had been purely a mental experience, I doubt that my delusion
would have been well enough organized to take the earth's time zones into account.
Yet when Donovan whisked me off to London, which is eight time zones east of
Los Angeles, Big Ben was showing the time as 4:12 and it was dark there so it
must have been a.m.
Then
when we backtracked from Europe to Hawaii in a twinkle of time, the relative
position of the sun was appropriately rolled back to a couple of hours before
sunset.
Of
course—even allowing the experience as real-world
and real-time—those
apparent leaps through space could have been electronically staged illusions. I
have had to consider the possibility that the "oval window" was
actually a large view screen and that Donovan was playing tricks with my head.
He had seemed a bit evasive when I asked how he did that.
My
feeling throughout the encounter, however—that is, the feeling that came
through the memory of it—was that Donovan had been trying to convince me of the
reality of
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