This Sizzling Sunday, I have a brand new, free story for you. Enjoy!
Earth Girls are Easy
I’d
always thought alien abductions happened at night. You’re driving
down some dark, lonely country road, when a cone of blinding light
captures your vehicle and sucks you into the sky. Or you’ve just
donned your pajamas and brushed your teeth when a suspicious noise
lures you into your shadow-filled backyard. Like a sleepwalker, you
drift helplessly up the gang-plank into the silver saucer that hovers
above your lawn.
In
my case, it was barely eight am. I was on the final stretch of my
morning run along the Charles, panting and sweaty, looking forward to
a shower, then a productive morning in my lab. I summoned a final
burst of energy for the last hundred yards. Instead of speeding up,
however, I slowed to a crawl. My arms and legs suddenly felt leaden.
The air around me congealed into a sort of sticky jelly that made
every movement a struggle. The traffic noise from Memorial Drive died
away. The rippling river froze. The sun-lit sparkle on the water
dimmed. I hardly had time to be frightened before the world blinked
out of existence.
The
first thing I noticed upon waking was the chill. Goose bumps rose on
my bare arms. My nipples contracted to hard knots under my
perspiration-soaked sports bra. A faint hint of ozone hung in the
cool, still air.
“You
are cold.” Not a question but an assertion, spoken in a deep,
resonant voice that seemed to come from all directions. Instantly the
atmosphere warmed to a more comfortable temperature.
As
I tried to locate the source of this comment, I came to my next
realization; I was bound, face up, secured to a padded table by
smooth, flexible restraints that encircled my wrists and ankles.
“Hey!
What’s going on?” I yanked futilely at my bonds. They tightened a
bit in response. At the same time, the material softened as if to
avoid damage to my skin. “Let me go!”
No
answer.
The
domed ceiling glowed with a diffuse, soothing light. I craned my neck
to look around. The peculiar chamber had no angles at all, which made
its size difficult to judge. Featureless, shell-pink walls curved up
to meet the luminous panels above me, unbroken by any sign of a
window or door. The platform upon which I was restrained appeared to
be the only furniture.
I
struggled to remember how I’d arrived here, to understand my
strange environment. I’d been running, then—nothing. Had I
suffered some bizarre variety of stroke? Was this a dream? Was I in a
coma? A quick inventory revealed no pain or apparent injury. My
mental state had none of the fuzziness I associated with dreams. The
table beneath me felt real and solid, though as I shifted position,
the surface did likewise, adapting and molding itself to my body. My
bonds were convincingly real as well.
“Where
am I?” I called. As if in response, a circular aperture appeared in
the wall to my left, and a figure stepped into the room.
“Greetings,
Dr. Morrison.”
I
should have been astonished by the fact that he knew my name, but I
was distracted by more primitive concerns. My breath caught; my
nipples peaked; a hungry ache settled in my pelvis. The man who stood
beside me was beyond gorgeous. Tall and lean, with wavy golden hair,
classically masculine features, broad shoulders and a subtly sculpted
bare chest, he looked like some Greek god—except for the lavender
skin, violet eyes and hands with two thumbs.
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