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They say blondes have more fun, but that was not my case. I was the librarian who was on the path to becoming an old maid.

I noticed, in looking over the journal that Lance and Serina started, that I have not put my two cents in and as right now I have lots of time on my hands—well I thought you might like to hear things from my point of view.

I came into the world in the year 1927 by the usual method. As an only child, my parents tried their best to spoil me. But I would rather curl up with a fun book, than anything else. Then I discovered E.E. 'Doc' Smith's Skylark series and I was forever hooked.

At first, I read by gas lights as electricity had not yet been installed to my neighborhood. I even remember family outings by horse-drawn carriage as a child, and now I was in a spaceship heading to a distant star?

I did the school thing and went further to get an associate in library science. This was enough education to land a job at our local library. Home to work, curl up on the couch after dinner and fly light years away from the daily drudgery in a book, get some sleep, then repeat. That was my life. I had been torn down in high school, and then in college, as being someone that was too ugly to ever get a date let alone get a boy to marry me. To say that I was boy hungry was an understatement even if my public persona presented a different image to the world.

My life changed forever when a cute guy on a Harley swooped down and mesmerized me with the attention that I had never received before. I was stupid and went for a ride with him. A journey with Charon on the river Styx down to Hades. Yes, I was a naive virgin, in fact, I had never really hoped to be with a man.

I have an eidetic or 'photographic' memory, once I read something, it is inside my mind forever. I can't forget it. Even now I can picture that scene as if I was there. The moment I climbed off the back of that motorcycle I knew that I had made a mistake,. My cute guy said, "Babe, guess what, you're the star of the party." There was a small group of bikers who did not look like the cute guy that had enticed me to ride with him.

They surrounded me, One blurted out, "Is this the best you could find."

While another obscenely caressed my chest, saying "She'll do for now. Go see what else you can find for us…." And he drove off, leaving me in the hands of these big hairy brutes.

This one brute seemed to have a love affair with a massive knife, I think it was called a Bowie knife. I ceased to struggle as he flashed it in front of my eyes and then placed that knife on my bare belly which had become exposed as I had fought. My coat was ripped from my body, buttons flying everywhere. That knife slipped along my skin from my waist to my neck cutting the fabric as if a hot knife through butter. My bra was split in two, and my more than adequate breasts flopped out causing the bikers to pass me around so everyone could feel them. I was lifted into the air, and my dress removed quickly, as again the guy with the knife slit the waistband. The feel of that knife caused me to spiral ever closer to madness.

Then I found my self being pushed from brute to brute. Those brutes grabbed me in ways that I had never imaged. Touched me in places that I had not really touched my self, only brushing past as it were. My body betrayed me, as I was feeling this heat develop deep in my belly, something that I had never experienced before, but my mind was flickering from emotion to emotion, the prime ones being fear and loathing. I could tell that I was spiraling away deeply into madness.

The final step was when several guys held my limp body in the air, so that everyone could see the unveiling, and one guy pushed aside my panties and touched my most private spot, the guy behind him waiting for his turn exclaimed: "Guy's she is a virgin, who wants her first?" Then they started that pass the girl around the circle thing again as they all grabbed and touched whatever they could find. My mind continued to spiral into madness, and I was starting to go catatonic.

I was confident that I had gone mad when this dark grey apparition materialized next to me holding me in her arms. Her? Oh Yes! There was no mistaking her sex. I could feel the cold anger radiating from her as she acted to protect me, then she tossed me as if I was a pillow over their heads and yes, I screamed. Then out of thin air, a man appeared, and I seemed to float into his embrace. A man? Oh yes! Those arms and shoulders were bigger and broader than anything I had seen before, but yes, a man. The strange thing was that in my delusion I was somehow not afraid of being in this man's arms which feeling I had felt was forever forbidden from me after what had just happened. He told me that I was safe and from that moment on I was bonded to this person. With my love of science fiction, I knew without a doubt that I was being protected by visitors from space. At which point the world went black.

When I next became aware of my surroundings, I was surrounded by four other girls, two even more naked than I was and all I had on was a torn pair of white cotton panties. My rescuer was standing with them, but now I could see her head, and she looked to be a human as myself. Then I noticed the man who had appeared out the night to catch me as he proceeded to smash every bike. Systematically shaking these huge men as a terrier shakes a rat. That these big brutes were powerless in his hands opened my eyes and somehow made my heart beat faster. I was feeling things that I had never imagined that I was capable of feeling.

After he was finished disciplining them and making them strip, I joined in with kicking the bikers who were now even more naked than I was. I sought out the brutes who had ripped my clothes from me and who had almost ripped my sanity from me. I kicked them in that place that men find to be unbelievably sensitive. I kicked them and kicked them. Even after they fainted dead away from the pain, I still kicked them. The guy with a knife got particular intention as I turned explosively violent on him surprising my self with my aggression. It was not until the guy passed out from the pain from where I had kicked him until my foot hurt that I saw my space-alien hero standing behind me forcing the guy to just lay there and take my fury only because of the fiercely cold and forbidding aura that he radiated. After my foot hurt too much to continue I pummeled his body with my fists.

I don't understand why but the more I pounded his body, the more my fury dissipated and sanity started to exert its presence again. Until eventually, I knelt on the ground, half bowed over his unconscious body and sobbed my pain until I had nothing left inside of me, sitting there in a state of nothingness. It was not until I was lifted from the ground as if I was a feather and tenderly held in my space-aliens arms that I totally relaxed and just accepted what had happened to me. I felt his aura changing from foreboding to warm and loving. I turned in his arms and, flinging my arms around his neck, I let all the pain leave my body.

The three of us who needed clothing picked over what we could find. All of us picking reasonably clean tee-shirts as a kind of short dress. Then we all walked as a group down the road and away from the moaning bleeding bikers and their still smoking bikes and clothes. I had a moment of warning as I watched my two space aliens brush past the girls in front of me—watching them collapse slowly to the ground, but I could not react in time to avoid being knocked out myself. As I was blacking out, I saw what looked like a flying saucer glowing overhead, and then the world vanished into the blackness of oblivion.

When I woke up again, I could see what had to be the earth floating in space outside the ships cockpit window. Then I noticed my space aliens waiting for us to figure out where we were. They looked like normal humans just on a slightly more heroic scale. Even without that dark armor, that they were wearing before, I could see that he had a build that would cause any woman's breath to catch.

When I found out where they had come from and what they had to do to return I was sold, I was sold long before that as I would have done anything to stay with Lance as I found his name to be. I knew that he was married to Serina, but still, his mere presence was enough for now.

Life went by at a breakneck speed. Lance sent me back to school insisting that I get as much education as possible. Along the way, I interned at the New York public library which was an education in itself working with such a vast collection. Then I joined in the family business. I don't have a better word for it. All five of us girls that they had first rescued wanted to stay with each other, so we moved in with Lance and Serina and worked hard to help them acquire the assets that they would need to get back home.

You can not help but fall in love with those who you are living in such close proximity to. There were not enough rooms for each of us to sleep alone, so we had to double up—which was strange at first, but I soon got to enjoy the warmth of another body sleeping next to me.

Living in such close quarters incidents will happen. The most memorable was when Lance slipped and fell in the bathroom right after I had bathed with our two little angels. When he fell, he stripped my towel from my body leaving me standing even more nude than when he had first seen me. I looked down at him on the floor looking up at me, and my body lit on fire under his gaze. It was not that I was embarrassed but rather that I was feeling sensations deep in my belly that I had never felt before.

We added two more girls to the core family which made encounters like I just mentioned happen even more often, and as our two new girls had no modesty left to lose—well life was 'interesting' and left us all in a kind of a half-aroused state twenty-four, seven, three-sixty-five. I had an empathetic sense that accompanied my photographic memory. At first, I could sense that Lance cared for us all, and specifically me. But his love was for Serina. Slowly I felt that change until I could feel that he felt the same about all of us girls as he did for Serina and that was killing him emotionally as he had given his word that Serina was his one and only. He wanted to love us, and he could see our pain, but he just could not do anything about it. That was until Serina decided that the pain that she knew we were all feeling had to be resolved. The two children that came along with our new family members was the trigger. Every one of us was baby hungry to the point of depression. I just could not leave the family as I loved the other girls as if they were my sisters, and Lance was the only man that had ever caused my heart to beat fast. Plus, he was the only one who I felt safe around.

Once Serina metaphorically tripped Lance, and he accepted all of us, our spirits lifted and at least speaking for myself, my depression vanished. My first night sleeping with Lance was everything that I had ever dreamed it would be. Lance was not in any hurry, and he showed me his love and appreciation of my body making me feel as if I was the most beautiful creature on earth. I gave my virginity to him with all my heart. I had heard that the first time hurt, and it did for a minute. Then it turned into the most beautiful feeling that I have ever experienced.

The next most impressive event was when Serina and Lance shared their magic fountain of youth. You have no idea how it felt to find my aging body start to get young again. Every day I would look in the mirror and saw another wrinkle vanish. My hair regained its luster and body. My physical aches and pains just went away.

Now that we on our way to that distant planet; everyone still comes to me for answers just as they had done when we were building the family business, as I either knew the answer or could find it rapidly. However, there just was not that much to do. Yes, the young children and grandchildren needed a lot of love and attention, but that was not enough. So I signed up for Marine combat training.

Serina has already written about how warm and alive the armor feels. However, she has not talked about how it feels to jump and soar into the air effortlessly. The feeling of flight in such an up close and personal way is a feeling that I will never get tired of. I might as well also brag a bit. The love I received from my sisters and especially the way that Lance makes me feel as if I am the most beautiful creature on earth has changed me so that I now look to the world the way he makes me feel. That being said, to wear the armor you climb into it totally nude. You have no idea how funny some of this younger generation looks when they find out that I am their ninety-three-year-old great grand mother….

From gas lamps to being in a spaceship and trying to reach the speed of light. Life so far had been fun. I had around a hundred years more ahead of me. The last almost one hundred years went by in a blink. Hopefully, this next span would go by even faster.