Also, he knows how many stories I post and I am pretty sure he expected me to publish his email on some of my story sites. In fact, he even gave me the name to use for the story. He says it’s true– hell, it might be, but I can’t ask him for further proof. No one has seen him since about a week before I got this email from him and the reply address comes up as invalid. I tried to back trace the IP and it also comes up as invalid. Despite not being able to verify anything, I decided to publish it exactly as he wrote it and let you decide for yourself. Maybe it will stir some deep, forgotten memory of gray beings with big black eyes... and the feeling that you had some really fantastic sex somewhere but you can’t remember where. The email reads as follows: W, I am sending this to you because you will believe me. No one else believes me. They say I am imagining all this or that I am having some sort of strange seizures. I can understand why they would say that. I do have seizures– or I used to. Whenever I have to fill out a medical form and it asks, “Have you ever been knocked unconscious?” I answer “Yes.” Then where it says, “Provide specific details” I say, “See attached page.” We grew up together, W. You know that I was always the one who fell out of the tree or off the cliff or got hit by a car or conked in the head with a line drive or was still lying on the grass when the rest of the team went back to the huddle. I guess the straw that broke the camel’s back– or more accurately the bug that put that final piece of scar tissue in my gray matter– was when I got knocked unconscious by a cicada while riding my motorcycle about five year ago. Even you had trouble believing that one until I showed you my helmet with a hole in the front of it. I hit sex that sucker at somewhere well north of ninety miles an hour and he went all the way through the shell and padding asian and put a big bull’s japanese eye bruise right in the middle of my forehead. It was a miracle I got into the median and slowed down enough to not hurt myself seriously when I tumbled off the the back of bike. I had a hell of a headache for a few days but that was all. I thought everything was OK after that. Then the seizures started. Luckily, by then, they had developed a pacemaker for the brain. At least that’s twink how my doctor described it. They put some kind of tiny computer in my head with a network of wires connected to my brain. Whenever it senses that a seizure is about to begin, it zaps the correct area of scar tissue to stop it. But that anti-seizure pacemaker does more than that, W. It stops an alien memory wipe. I know that sounds like I’ve stepped off the deep end and went straight to the bottom, but listen to me. These alien abductions are real– at least mine was. They scooped up six of us– three men and three women. I was just getting ready to go to sleep when all of a sudden I was in this huge place with five other naked people and a bunch of grey things. One of the little gray people walked up to us and blow said, “Please don’t be afraid. We are not going to harm you.” I noticed right away that his lips weren’t moving. That was real easy to tell because he didn’t have any lips. Actually he didn’t have a mouth or a nose either... just big black eyes on a long, gray face. He was naked, so I could see that he didn’t have anything between his legs either, but for some reason I still thought of him as “him.” “You may call me Robert 1739,” he said into our minds, “ or just Nine.” “This is a colony ship,” he began to explain. Somehow his voice, or whatever it was in my mind, sounded sad as he added, “... a failed colony ship.” He walked around us so we had to keep turning to watch him as he kept talking. “Many centuries ago, we left the home planet. Many ships had left before us, but we were the last to leave before the catastrophe struck. We were almost not in time. Aaron knew that would turn her japanese on and he sat back down in his chair for the remainder of the journey. Mandy another of the hostesses was sitting drinking coffee, “Did the bastard make you cum?” she asked. I walked over to her and gave her a hug. “How’s your slutty ass feeling?” Julie enquired. Oorla and Leesha blow both are showing the blue scarf. We can tell you more about the front”. "You..." Underwear? Most of his pubic hair was gone a few seconds later. I dived out, flat asian to the ground scrambling to the wall. Fennekin had only twink know her trainer for a few hours but she wanted her so badly. Wouldn’t sex mind if he married me, too. “Always start slow.