An Interview with an Alien 
By Submissive Romantic  submissiveromanticone@gmail.com Edited by Michael-Leonard
A journalist meets a beautiful woman in a bar, the story she tells him is hard to believe.


Prologue

There were plenty of vacant seats at the bar. I was seated in my usual spot;
from here I could see all the action and still maintain a certain degree of
privacy. I was early, nursing a beer, waiting for the regulars to dribble in.
I'm a newspaper journalist. Or at least I was until the paper began to
experience a deluge of red ink requiring a paring back of its reporting staff.
I was one of the lucky ones however; at least I landed on my feet and found a
position as a freelance journalist for a group of monthly and quarterly
magazines. It wasn't the reason I got into journalism in the first place, but
at least it put food on the table, a roof over my head, and allowed me the
chance to maintain my friendships with the people I had worked with for over
fifteen years.

Those were the people who would be coming through the front door any minute
now. It was nearly five o'clock on Friday, time to kick back, raise a glass or
two, and complain about work before leaving the city for home. Being single
had some definite advantages. I had nowhere to be and no one to answer to, so
I could come early and leave late, and hopefully not alone.

Upon finishing my beer, I was just about to order another, when in walked one
of the most stunning women I had ever seen. She was tall, exceptionally tall,
wearing a short black dress and four inch heels. She was a brunette, her
shoulder length hair framing her face perfectly. Walking down the length of
the bar, she effortlessly slid onto the stool on the corner, giving me a
really good view of her incredible long legs. This woman was no stranger to
exercise; her shoulders were wide, her waist narrow and her butt appeared to
be solid, no jiggles at all. She ordered a beer, took a sip and seemed to be
lost in thought.

'Now what would such a classy lady be doing in a place like this,' I thought.
'She's got to be waiting for someone. Or she's a high class call girl hiding
out, killing time before she has to go meet her "date" for the evening.'

Either way I knew in my gut she would not be interested in the likes of me.

I kept my eye on her, waiting for her to get up and leave or for some equally
good looking guy to join her. When neither event happened, I threw caution to
the wind, picked up my nearly empty glass, and sat down on the stool next to
her.

"Can I get you another drink?" indicating that her glass was also nearly
empty.

"That would be very nice of you Mr. Evans. I was wondering how long I was
going to have to sit here before you decided to venture over. May I say it
took you long enough; I was beginning to develop a complex. I thought maybe I
was losing my touch."

I didn't know what to say, which is very unusual for me. She was obviously
here to meet someone and that someone was me. I must have had a puzzled
expression on my face because after draining her glass she laughed, looked me
straight in the eye and said, "Drew, I can call you Drew right? Drew, I have
been reading your stuff for quite a while, and really like your style. I have
a story that I would like you to write. It's a biographical piece." She paused
for effect, and then continued. "It's about my life. I have been thinking
about this for a long time and I think now is as good a time as any for people
to learn about me."

Skeptically, I answered: "What makes you think that your story is so
interesting that people will want to read it?"

She sighed as if she was expecting my response and said in a hushed voice,

"Well, I'm over two hundred years old and I'm not from this planet."

"Check please."

Chapter One:

With a statement like that, I'm normally out the door as fast as my legs will
take me. But this was different; she was so beautiful and sexy and appeared to
actually believe what she was telling me was true, that I had to hear more.

"Finish your beer and we can go to my place. After you hear my story, if you
still think I'm crazy then you can leave and you will have a good story to sit
here and entertain your friends with."

Standing she grabbed hold of my arm and not waiting for my answer, she
practically dragged me off my stool and out to the parking lot. The Phoenix
sun was still high in the sky and doing its best to fry everyone and
everything foolish enough to venture outside. I tried to lead her to my car,
but with her long legs eating up pavement with each stride, it was her leading
me to my car, a 1967 Chevy Camaro.

At least she let me drive.

"Get on Scottsdale Road and head north to Shea, then east to Fountain Hills.
I'll tell you where to turn."

My mind was going in a thousand directions at once. 'She's a nut case, what
are you doing? She's an alien, she's going to eat you and suck out your brain.
She's gorgeous, just look at those legs.'

I almost missed her instructions as we left Scottsdale behind and began
climbing into the hills. The road seemed to snake its way up the side of the
mountain. Back and forth we traveled until I thought we would be running out
of pavement at any moment. Ahead there was a sign, 'Private Driveway, No
Admittance.'

A gate blocked our path; however, with a push of a few buttons, the gate swung
open and we continued around the bend in the road. Her house was magnificent;
built into the side of the mountain, there was an open air car port under half
of the house. The other half of the lower level appeared to be an above ground
basement, with high concrete walls, no windows, and only a single doorway
which appeared to be an elevator entrance.

I parked the Camaro next to a Ferrari; there was also a Bentley and a vintage
Rolls Royce.

'She may be loony, but she's certainly loaded.'

She caught me eying the other cars. "Those over there belonged to my former
husbands; the Ferrari is mine."

With a turn of the key the elevator door opened and she pulled me inside. The
car ascended smoothly and silently. When the door opened again we were
standing in the entrance of a spacious open area. There was a kitchen to the
right and the living room straight ahead. We entered the living room, a large
stone wall with an impressive fireplace on one side, and the opposite wall
covered, floor to ceiling, with windows. The shades were drawn, shielding the
room from the effects of the sun. With a push of a button, all of the shades
began to rise as one, revealing a spectacular view of the Central Valley
below. The towns of Scottsdale, Phoenix, Glendale and Peoria glistened like
small diamonds on the desert floor.

"Spectacular isn't it. My husband, Colin, built the house twenty years ago to
take full advantage of the view. It's even more spectacular at night with the
city lights surrounded by the darkness of the desert. Get us a couple of beers
from the fridge while I get changed into something more comfortable."

I couldn't help staring at her magnificent ass as she slowly walked out of the
room and down a hallway which I assumed led to her bedroom.

'I don't care if she's crazy or not, I've got to get to know her a lot
better.'

I was seated in a small grouping of comfortable chairs facing the windows,
when she returned. She had changed into a pair of snug-fitting jeans and a
casual man-tailored shirt, the top three buttons of which were undone,
allowing for just a hint of cleavage to show. I stood as she approached, her
hand extended in greeting.

"I don't think I ever introduced myself. I'm Eve, Eve Marshall."

I accepted her hand; her grip was firm. 'This is a woman who's used to giving
orders and getting what she wants.'

"Drew, have a seat. Where should we begin?"

"How about you give me a little background information first," I said pulling
out my trusty note book and pen, which I had taken from the back seat of the
car before we came inside.

"Back at the bar you said you were over two hundred years old; how old are
you?"

"Well I lied a little bit; in earth years I'm actually about 225 years old."

"Okay, you said you're not from this planet, where are you from?"

"The planet I come from is located on the opposite side of our galaxy. I won't
give you its name simply because in your language it would be
unpronounceable."

"Why are you here?"

"Our mission was to colonize the earth, so we could save our species by
starting over."

"Let me get this straight. You're saying that you're two hundred twenty five
years old, from another planet from the other side of our galaxy and that you
were sent here to colonize the earth in order to save your species. Is that
right?"

"Basically that's correct."

"You know, of course, that that's totally unbelievable. " Getting up from my
chair I took one last long pull from my beer and said, "Thanks for the beer
and the great view; I'm leaving."

"No wait; I know it's hard for you to believe. Your world has barely entered
the space age, but I can assure you that everything I've said so far is true.
Come follow me, I'll prove to you that I'm not from this planet."

Taking my hand she dragged me to the elevator and pressed the button marked
"G" which I assumed stood for "Ground". But when the car stopped instead of
the door behind me opening as I expected, the door in front opened, revealing
a large gym. Eve led me inside, directly to an area covered with thick mats
and an extremely heavy looking bar bell that more resembled a train axle than
a set of weights.

"My husband got these especially for me. They once belonged to a gym that
catered to Olympic hopefuls. The bar has been specially made to hold
additional weight without bending. With the bar, that's a little over 900
Kilograms or about 2,000 pounds. Would you agree that no human female who
looks like me could lift a ton over her head?"

Always the skeptic, I walked up to the bar, thinking that it was made of
Styrofoam or something equally light weight, positioned my feet, I placed my
hands in the proper place, took a deep breath and tried to jerk it off the
mat. It didn't budge, in fact, my efforts pulled me forward and I fell over
the bar landing on my face.

"Are you okay? I hope you didn't get hurt."

"Other than my male ego everything appears to be okay."

Eve smiled and took up the same position over the bar. With what appeared to
be little effort, the weight came up off the ground as she straighten her legs
and back, the bar resting at her shoulders. She then proceeded to press the
bar over her head not just once but a dozen times in quick movements, before
returning the bar to the mat with a loud thud.

I stood absolutely spell bound as she calmly approached and stood directly in
front of me. I was looking up into her dark brown eyes when she smiled and
said,

"I think that went well. Let's go back upstairs and continue."

I didn't know whether to run away or jump up into her arms. Instead I followed
her into the elevator and back to the living room.

"How did you get so strong? How could you lift that much weight and make it
look so easy?"

"That's because I'm not from this world. Do you believe me now?"

"I guess I have to; but it's just so unbelievable ... "

"Instead of more questions, I think I should just give you some general
background information about my world and I'll use human terms to describe
everything from now on. Our sun is one hundred times larger than yours. The
planet, which is larger than Earth -- and therefore denser -- revolves around
our sun but its orbit is similar to that of Jupiter in that it takes about
twelve of your earth years to travel completely around our sun. The reason why
I'm so much stronger than a human being is that our planet is about ten times
denser than Earth and so our gravity field is ten times as strong. Our bones
and muscles have to be that much stronger so we can exist in our world just as
you do in yours."

"That makes sense, I guess."

"Here on Earth, where the gravity is one tenth as strong as what my body is
built for, I can do things that you could only dream of doing. I can lift
immense amounts of weight; jump over houses and outrun horses. It took a long
time for me to control my power. At first I was always breaking things or
bouncing like a ball instead of walking like normal people. I had to learn to
control myself so I could stay hidden."

"Your race is obviously much more advanced than ours; what was it like living
in your world."

"You're correct that we are much more advanced than humans; that's because
we've been around for a couple thousand years longer than you. You humans have
been around for close to 200,000 years in one form or another. But
technologically speaking, you have been developing for less than one hundred
years. Look at all the advances you've made in that time compared to the time
before. The pace of your advancement is accelerating at an astonishing rate.
Just think how much further you will advance in the next two thousand years.
That will give you some idea as to how far we've advanced.

"Gene Roddenberry's Star Trek only got some of it right; our computing
capabilities are far more advanced; our world has abandoned war as a solution
to conflict; currency and capitalism are no longer needed, instead we
replicate everything we need or want. It was truly a Utopian way of life. We
created Artificial Intelligence; our computers could now think, reason and
learn on their own. We built Androids to do the jobs that we didn't want to
do. We allowed them to enforce our laws, resulting in the elimination of most
of the crime. Life was good; even procreation of the species was made easy.
Females no longer had to carry the unborn and give birth. A couple just had to
go to a birthing center, an egg was harvested from the female and sperm from
the male, the egg was fertilized and placed in a growth chamber. The child's
DNA was examined, re-engineered to fulfil the parent's wishes and four months
later their custom bred baby was ready to go home."

"What a minute, did you say four months?"

"That's right; we've been able to shorten the incubation period to four months
through genetic engineering."

"It sounds wonderful, why would you want to leave there to come here?"

"It was wonderful, until some scientists merged the technologies of A.I. and
Androids. Over time it resulted in Androids who could learn, adapt and think
for themselves. They began to take control of our lives. It was small things
at first, but over time we began to lose more and more of our freedoms to
these machines who thought they knew what was best for us."

"Are you saying that the machines were taking over the planet? That's
unbelievable."

"Unbelievable but true. That's when a group of scientists got together and
devised a plan to travel to other worlds and in essence start over. We had
already developed the capabilities necessary for interstellar space travel.
We'd been doing it for thousands of years. We had even visited Earth a couple
of times."

"You've been here before?"

"Yes. About three thousand years ago we traveled here and lived among the
Egyptians. They were an advanced race for their time, far more so than the
rest of the world. Then about eighteen hundred years ago we returned, this
time to the area that is now in modern day Peru. It was from there that we
scouted for a location for possible future colonization; finally settling on
the area that would become the American Southwest as an ideal location from
which to start the colonization process."

"Colonization process?"

"I'll explain that later. Our scientists felt that it was only a matter of
time before the A.I. determined that our species was no longer needed and
would set out to eliminate us. So, this group of scientists began a twenty
year project to launch a mission to Earth for the purpose of saving our
species. Earth was chosen because it was such a remote place compared to other
worlds which were much closer to our own. Each could sustain life, so we felt
that the A.I. would have little interest in such a small insignificant planet
like Earth. They devised a plan to breed twenty four individuals who would be
the start of a new civilization here on Earth. The stated purpose of the
mission was one of exploration and reconnaissance. We were coming here to
determine how advanced your society had become and what threat, if any, you
posed to the advancement of our A.I. driven world. "

"You said 'Breed', what exactly does that mean?"

"Each of us was created at a specially created birthing center. We were
engineered to very strict specifications tailored to the role each of us were
going to play on earth. The females were engineered to be beautiful, sexually
desirable and most importantly, to have an intense maternal instinct. Our
males were all strong and virile. We were all raised in the absence of most of
our higher technology."

"Why was that?"

"Because we were coming here to live as you do. We were going to start over,
develop our technology over time, just as you did. Except we were going to
have a major advantage in that we would already know much of what was possible
and what the potential risks would be. Our prime objective was to steer this
world clear of the disaster that befell our world; to never let machines take
away our humanity."

"What happened; what went wrong? Why are you here all alone; assuming that you
are all alone?"

"Yes, you're right; I am the only survivor of the mission. Although our
scientists did the best they could to disguise the true nature of the mission
from the A.I., I'm afraid their efforts were unsuccessful. As launch time drew
nearer, one of the older scientists believed that the security of our mission
had been breached. He devised a fail-safe plan that he installed without
informing anyone: a mechanical override to the environmental systems that
protected us in our suspended animation chambers that we used during the long,
ten year voyage to earth. Unfortunately, the scientist was only able to
connect two of the chambers, mine and the pilot's. If, by accident or
otherwise, the systems ceased to function, the backup system would be
triggered. Anyone or anything monitoring the systems would be unaware that two
of the chambers were still functioning. On the day of the launch, he placed a
small recording devise in the chamber of the male which was designed to begin
play back when the chamber shut down."

"When the chamber shut down? Wouldn't that be too late?"

"No. You see, the pilot's chamber was designed to begin a resuscitation
procedure when the ship dropped out of Hyper-drive. After twenty four hours
the body is totally reanimated and the person regains consciousness. He could
then open the chamber. The recording also warned that there may be a problem
with the ship's environmental systems and urged him to put on a breathing
mask. He was to check on the life support systems within the spacecraft and
then check on the rest of the crew. If, as feared, the A.I. had sabotaged the
mission by shutting down the chambers, he was to immediately come to my
chamber, begin the reanimation procedure and prepare the escape pod for
evacuating the ship. The scientist feared that the A.I. had also changed the
ships navigation program so it couldn't enter Earth's atmosphere and doom the
ship to travel forever deeper into space.

The pilot, Adam, did what he was told; after checking on the crew, he opened
my chamber and placed my nearly-lifeless body into the escape pod. There was
no room for any supplies or equipment. Adam started the launch timer, climbed
in on top of me and closed the hatch. We were jettisoned out of the ship and
began our free fall towards Earth drawn by its gravitational pull. We
continued to circle the Earth in an ever shrinking orbit as tiny thruster
brakes slowed our forward momentum. Once we succeeded in traveling through the
upper atmosphere a parachute opened and we drifted down to the ground landing
in a dense forest."

I was sitting on the edge of my chair at this point nearly forgetting to take
notes.

"What did you do next?"

"I didn't do anything; I was still in the reanimation process. I was aware
that things were happening around me, but could not maintain consciousness for
more than a few seconds at a time. When Adam opened the hatch, he immediately
realized that we were not where we had planned to land. The weather was cold
and there was a thick covering of snow on the ground; we were not dressed for
this type of weather. Adam knew that we would have to find shelter quickly if
we wanted to survive, so he scooped me up into his arms, placed the recorder
in my pocket, set the self-destruct timer on the escape pod, and headed off to
find us shelter from the freezing temperatures. I don't know how far he
walked, but eventually he found a cabin. We had no choice other than to
approach the cabin and seek shelter. The door provided little resistance as
Adam forced his way through the doorway and into a two room cabin.

"A woman came out of the other room and began screaming at the sight of us.
Adam -- who was over six and a half feet tall, dressed in a white toga with
sandals on his feet, carrying me, dressed exactly the same way, slumped
lifelessly in his arms -- tried to communicate with her in the only Earth
languages that we were taught, neither of which she could understand. Adam
pushed past her and placed me on the bed that was in the other room. I lost
consciousness again. The next thing I remember was hearing the woman screaming
and Adam grunting like a wild bull. I peered out of the room and saw Adam, his
toga bunched up around his hips, pressing the woman face down over a table;
her clothes in tatters at her feet, and blood running down her legs. I tried
to get up to stop him, but before I could drag myself from the bed, I saw the
door burst open and a large man dressed in an overcoat enter the cabin. He
raised his shotgun, shouted something that I couldn't understand... and pulled
the trigger. Adam's body was driven backwards, away from the woman, and he was
hit moments later with a second, fatal round."

"Why would he do something so evil as to rape the first woman he saw?" I said
with more than a little anger in my voice.

"I'm not absolutely sure, but I think she must have been ovulating at that
time and Adam's sense of smell detected it. I told you we were bred with very
specific goals in mind. Adam, like all the males on our mission, was there for
the purpose of impregnating any fertile female. He had no choice in the
matter, he was programmed to do it and since she undoubtedly resisted, he
raped her."

"But why was there blood running down her leg?"

"Well, you see, our males are built a bit different in that department than
the average male here on earth. They are three times the length and twice the
circumference of your average man. We females are built to accommodate that;
earth females are not. I'm afraid in his blind lust he just ripped her open."

"What did the husband do?"

"After making sure that Adam was dead, he tried to attend to his wife; but I'm
afraid that with the state of medical practices at that time there was not
much he could do. She was already in a state of shock and bleeding profusely.
You can imagine his shock when he carried her into the bedroom and found me
lying on their bed. I tried to get up to help him but fell onto the floor. He
kept talking to her, trying to console her, as he attempted to stop the
bleeding. Occasionally, he would look in my direction, his eyes alternating
between desperation, pleading for me to help, and rage as if I had done it to
her. The more he spoke, the more I was able to learn English. I didn't know
the vocabulary, but I could figure out how the grammar worked."

"By the time evening came, I was able to get up off the floor and out of the
bedroom. I went to Adam's body. 'You fool,' I thought, 'you just condemned our
mission to failure. I can't do this on my own.' I dragged Adam's body outside
and cleaned up the blood as best as I could. I had just finished when I heard
a loud wail come from the bedroom. After several minutes the husband came out
of the bedroom and upon spotting his shotgun, reached out for it. It was
either him or me; I had no choice but to defend myself. Before he could get a
firm grip on the barrel, I grabbed him by the head and lifted him off the
ground. All it took was a quick turn of his head and his neck snapped, his
body jerked in death's final spasms. I took him outside and placed him next to
Adam and then went back into the house and carried his wife out and place her
next to him. I spent a long restless night trying to figure out what I was
going to do next and contemplating what I was going to do for the rest of my
life."

"You must have been scared."

"Scared wasn't the word, terrified was more like it. I was alone; I didn't
know where I was or how I was going to survive. What made it even worse was
that I remembered from my training that because of our superior genetics my
life expectancy was 800 to 1000 years; an eternity of loneliness."

I looked at my watch; it was getting pretty late and we hadn't eaten yet.

"Why don't we take a break?" I asked. "We can go out, get something to eat and
then if we feel like it we can come back here and continue.

"I have a better idea; why don't I just make us dinner and then after dinner,
we can do whatever we want."

Chapter Two:

We had an excellent dinner; she turned out to be a really great cook. We
opened a bottle of wine which Eve had retrieved from her well-stocked wine
cellar. Our conversation steered clear of her history and instead concentrated
mostly on current events, sports and the weather. It was interesting to hear
her give her opinions since she had such a wealth of experience to draw on.
After dinner, we cleared the table, opened a second bottle of wine and
adjourned once again to the living room. As she had said, the view of the
valley at night was spectacular. Neither of us was in any hurry to get back to
work and before we knew it, it was quite late. Reluctantly I placed my empty
glass on the coffee table and got to my feet.

"I hate to call it a night, but it's getting pretty late and I don't want to
take up all of your time. We can start again in the morning"

Eve rose from her chair and slowly approached me, until she was standing
directly in front of me. Even in her bare feet she was at least three inches
taller than me.

Slowly she said, "I don't mind at all... if you take up all... of my time
tonight. Or any other night for that matter. Why don't you spend the night, I
have so much more I want to show you and tell you."

"I always liked show and tell," I gulped.

We fell into a romantic embrace. Her strong arms wrapped around me and held me
tightly as our lips locked together in a kiss that took my breath away. I
didn't hesitate as she guided me down a hallway and into her large bedroom.

'After all,' I thought, 'it's the sixties; it's the summer of love.'

I stood quietly near the doorway as she took down the bedspread.

"I wanted to show you another of my special talents," she said as she slowly
began to unbutton her shirt. Soon she was standing across the room from me
completely naked. She had a swimmer's body; her shoulders were wide and
powerful; she had a narrow waist and a flat stomach with more than a hint of a
set of six pack abs. Her legs were long and nicely-shaped. All in all she
possessed an athlete's physique without being overly developed.

With cat-like ease she slowly began to cross the room. When I blinked,
suddenly her appearance changed and there was the image I had of my mother
when she was young. I closed my eyes again and when I opened them my mother
was replaced by my kid sister. I closed my eyes again, afraid to open them. I
felt a pair of hands unsnapping my jeans and pulling down my zipper. I opened
my eyes and, looking down, I found myself staring into the eyes of my last
girlfriend. She had my cock in her hand and was slowly licking its head like a
child licks an ice cream cone until she took me deep into her mouth. Now my
eyes were closed as I savored the experience. Suddenly the sensations changed
and I momentarily felt a cool breeze; I opened my eyes again and this time
kneeling in front of me was my favorite Italian movie star with her large
brown eyes, full lips and amazing set of gravity-defying tits. She began to
titty-fuck my raging hard on. I was rapidly approaching the point of no return
when she sat back and looked up at me. It was Eve, looking more beautiful than
before, an expression of sexual bliss on her face.

"How did you do that? How could you know?

"It's because I can read minds and I can project any image I want into your
brain. All of those images are in your brain, locked in your memory. All I had
to do was pull them out and replace my image with theirs. That's how I
entertained my last two husbands after I let them find out about me."

"Can you do that with a group of people; say a bar full of men?"

"Yes, but only for a couple of minutes; it takes too much energy to keep up
the illusion."

I felt sort of silly standing there with my pants around my ankle slowly
losing my erection as I assumed the role of journalist once again. I reached
down and helped her to her feet. I had one other question that I wanted to
ask.

"Is this how you really look or is this an illusion as well?" I asked as she
finished unbuttoning my shirt leaving me as naked as she was.

"No, this is how I look; no illusions. I could, if you wanted me to, look like
this...."

Suddenly standing before me, with its long-fingered web-like hand wrapped
around my cock pulling me towards the bed, was a hideous creature with a
strong resemblance to the "Creature from the Black Lagoon," one of my all-time
favorite 1950's horror films. My survival instinct immediately made me try to
flee, but with my cock being held securely, I was helpless. A moment later Eve
was back, laughing. She effortlessly swept me off my feet and dropped me on
the bed.

"Tonight, no more illusions; it's just me and you."

Eve orchestrated the sex entirely, skillfully bringing me to three mind
blowing orgasms as she manipulated me over the bed and around her body. She
was insatiable in her lovemaking, stopping only when I could no longer
maintain an erection. We collapsed together onto the bed and soon drifted off
into, at least for me, a much needed sleep.

I slowly regained consciousness the next morning, the room bright with the
Arizona sunshine. When my mind realized where I was I turned over and
discovered that I was alone in the bed. I dressed quickly and began a search
for my beautiful host. I found her in the kitchen preparing breakfast
consisting of bacon and eggs, whole wheat toast and freshly squeezed orange
juice. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said good morning.

"Good morning to you, lazy bones. I've been up for over an hour; I thought I
was going to have to eat alone."

"Well if someone hadn't kept me up so late -- not that I'm complaining mind
you -- I would have been up sooner."

"Yes, it was good wasn't it? I could get used to having you around for the
next fifty years or so."

I let that comment hang in the air for a moment as I contemplated its
ramifications. The longer I was with Eve, the deeper my feelings for her
became. I was never a believer in love at first sight, but after yesterday and
last night, I was beginning to believe.

Before I could stop myself I said, "Nothing would please me more."

Her face lit up with a radiant smile as she dished out to two helpings onto
plates and placed them on the table.

"Come, sit and eat before they get cold. You're going to need some energy for
our after- breakfast workout."

We sat across from one another, discussing nothing in particular, having our
breakfast. In my mind, however, I was having a heated debate.

'She's different. So what. No, she's really different; she's an alien! I know
she's an alien; but she's beautiful, sexy, and funny; she's a great cook;
she's obviously rich, and I think I'm falling in love with her. You can't be
falling in love with her, you just met her; and besides she's going to live
for the next six hundred years. What does that have to do with how I feel,
most women outlive their husbands. But she's an alien. I don't care, I love
her and that's that.'

Eve looked at me with her Cheshire cat-like smile.

"What are you smiling at? You'd think you could read my mind or something." I
said it before realizing that that was exactly what she was doing. It's not
every day you meet someone who actually can read minds; I'd simply forgotten
that she could do it.

"I'm glad that's settled. I love you too. There's no hurry for us to get
married, after all we're two consenting adults and I want you to be absolutely
sure before you say yes. Let's clean up and then head down to the gym. I'm
going to have to build you up a little so I don't break you."

We cleared the table and rode down to the gym.

"I don't have any workout clothes."

"You won't need any; I always workout naked. I find it's a waste of time,
changing clothes, washing and drying clothes, when you can just do your work
out, shower and get dressed for the day. My last husband never seemed to
mind."

"I'm sure he didn't," as I watched her undress and hang up her clothes on pegs
secured to one of the walls. With a shrug of my shoulders, I joined her and
soon we were both naked.

Eve pointed to a set of weights that I hadn't seen on my previous visit to the
gym.

"Those were my husband's weights. From the look of your body I can tell that
you are no stranger to the inside of a gym, so you can use those. There's a
bench over there and the treadmill is over there. I don't use the tread mill
much, I get bored. When I want a cardio workout, I just go for a run in the
desert. I do that mostly at night, when the air is cool."

I started out on the tread mill as a warm up. While I was running, I couldn't
help but watch Eve as she powered her 2,000 pound bar effortlessly up and
down. I lost count as to the number of reps but it had to be close to one
hundred. She seemed to exert a little more effort as she switched from
military presses to upright curls. This time I counted fifty. There was no
swing, no movement at all except for her biceps contracting with each curl.

Leaving the tread mill, I walked over to the smaller bench with its set of
weights. I added up the weight on the bar; at one hundred fifty pounds, it was
within my range. I knocked out ten reps before reaching my limit. Before my
next set I stood watching Eve starting her second set of military presses. Her
strength was amazing and very arousing; I could feel the blood rushing into my
cock. Embarrassed, I turned back to my bar and started my second set.

"Don't be embarrassed, I had the same effect on my last husband. I find it
very flattering, besides it turns me on as well."

I finished my set and watched as she carried her bar over to what appeared to
be a specially made weight bench. The rack appeared to be made of squared
pipes, each about four inches wide. There were four of these pipes attached to
a rectangular box which resembled a large coffin, with a thick pad on top.
Fascinated, I walked over and examined it.

"My husband made it especially for me. Each piece of the rack is made from two
pieces of angle iron welded together to make a square, and then bolted to the
box. The hangers are made of carbon steel and run through each of the support
pipes. When he got it in place, my husband filled the bench and each of the
pipes with concrete for extra support. He didn't want the bench to collapse
under the weight."

I watched as Eve settled herself onto the bench under the weights. I felt as
if I should be spotting for her, but then realized that it would be pointless.
There was no way I could lift even a fraction of that weight; I'd only be in
her way.

With a soft sigh, Eve extended her arms lifting the massive bar off its
resting place. She began her set. After fifteen reps she brought the weight
down to her chest and paused.

"Come up here and lay down facing me and hold on to the bar."

I did as she requested. I was lying over her, our faces almost touching, my
hands firmly gripping the bar next to hers.

"All right, I want you to hold your body stiff as if you were doing pushups;
but I'll do all the work."

It was an amazing feeling, I was moving up and down just like when I do my
pushups but my arms weren't moving; only my feet were touching the bench.
Whenever she brought the bar down to her chest, my growing erection would
caress her pussy. Apparently she was enjoying it as much as I was because
after about twenty reps I felt her move her hips slightly and became engulfed
in her moist heat on the down stroke only to be pulled out on the way up. This
happened a dozen times before she was able to adjust the height she lifted the
bar keeping me firmly in place. Again and again I went up and down and in and
out, the erotic sensations I was feeling were beyond belief. I held out as
long as I could, until I felt her tremble under me triggering my release.

"I wish I had thought of that a long, long time ago. It certainly took the
drudgery out of my workout."

Eve re-racked the bar as I slid down her body. When my face passed her pussy,
I couldn't help but give her extended clit a quick little flick of my tongue
and a little kiss.

"Mmmmm; we'll have to examine that in greater detail at a later time. Right
now I think we could both use a shower."

Eve took me by the hand and led me across the room into a little alcove. It
was a large bathroom complete with a sunken Jacuzzi tub and a large shower
with water jets coming out of the wall. Being in Arizona in the middle of
summer there is no such thing as a cold shower; the water is always lukewarm.
We just walked into the shower and turned on the water. Eve took a wash cloth
and soap and proceeded to soap up my entire body, her hand lingering a little
longer than necessary on my awakening cock. I placed my head on her shoulder,
allowing her to take as much time as she wanted. I was a little disappointed
when she stepped back allowing the jets of water to rinse off the soap.

When I was soap-free, I took the soap into my hands, but instead of using a
wash cloth, I ran the wet bar over most of her body. Placing the soap back in
its holder I ran my hands over every place I could reach on her magnificent
body. I caressed her breasts; two handfuls of solid flesh topped off with
large eraser sized nipples which I ran between my fingertips. I moved behind
her, working my hands over her muscular back and shoulders in a not so gentle
massage, trying to work my fingertips into the muscles, but with little
success. Although smooth and entirely feminine she was rock solid, leaving
little doubt how she could lift such heavy weights. I sank to my knees and ran
my hands over her slender hips and then around to her incredible butt. Here
too, there was nothing but solid flesh. I kissed one cheek and then the other
as the water from the shower cascaded down her body. I took each leg in turn,
running my hands down one leg and up the other, my hands running up between
her thighs teasing her pussy.

I guided her gently to a built-in bench on one side of the shower and moved
between her legs. For this remaining area I would need no soap. I slowly ran
my tongue up each side of her pussy, carefully avoiding her clit. I felt her
hands on the side of my head guiding me to the places that was giving her the
most pleasure. Little moans and sighs came from her lips. I knew she was close
so I dipped my tongue deeply into her, and was rewarded with a tongue full of
her juices, sweet and slightly acidic at the same time. Moving upward, I
swirled my tongue around and around her extended clit, until I felt her begin
to shake. Just as she began to scream something entirely unintelligible, I
took her clit between my lips and sucked deeply. Her legs stiffened and her
hands held me firmly in place. I had no intension of leaving that spot.

We stayed locked together for what seemed like an eternity but was actually a
little more than a couple of minutes. Then she gently raised my head off her
body far enough to allow her to stand and pull me up to my feet. Eve wrapped
her arms around my chest locking my arms firmly to my body and kissed me until
my legs grew weak from lack of oxygen.

"I am never going to let you out of my sight. No one has ever made me cum like
that," she sighed. "Let's dry off, get dressed and go back upstairs. We can
grab a beer or two and I'll continue my story."

Chapter Three:

An ice-cold beer was just what I needed to shock my system back to life. I
flipped through my notes, refreshing myself as to where we left off.

"You had just reached the part where you realized that you were all alone."

"The first thing I did the next morning was to build a funeral pyre in a small
clearing next to the house. I couldn't just bury the bodies, suppose someone
came looking for those people and they found three freshly dug graves. They
would have discovered two things; one, they would have found Adam. I didn't
know how advanced your planet was medically, but I was pretty sure that they
could have figured out that he was not human; and two, someone had buried the
bodies and they would have begun a search for that someone. I stood in front
of that fire, mourning for Adam and cursing him for destroying our
civilization's last chance at starting over.

"I had spent much of the previous night listening to the recording that Adam
had found, so I knew that the A.I. had discovered our plans. I knew that from
that point on we would be systematically destroyed by the very machines that
we had built. The other thing I did that night was to read over and over again
the only book that I could find in the house; the Holy Bible."

"Why did you do that?"

"If I was going to survive on this planet I knew I would have to be able to
communicate. I had only been able to pick up a rudimentary understanding of
the language from the mind of the man that I had killed. I needed to learn
more, so I read and re-read the book until I had picked up a lot more of a
vocabulary. I'm sure I must have sounded strange when I first began talking to
others, but at least it was a start. It was also how I got my name and why I
gave Adam his name. We were going to be the first of our species on this
planet and from us would come all of our civilization. Just like the story of
Adam and Eve."

"That's what I don't understand, how were your scientists planning on creating
a new civilization here with only twenty four individuals."

"We were eighteen females and six males. It was the male's primary function to
keep each of the females pregnant. Remember we had all the time in the world.
A female on our planet is fertile for over half of her life. They figured that
on earth that would be four to five hundred years. Even allowing for carrying
a fetus the normal way; a female could become pregnant over five hundred times
in her life time. Multiply that by eighteen and that gives you an idea as to
how many children could be born just to the original landing party. Now
imagine that on average at least half of those children would be female and
that they each could have five hundred kids. Our population would grow
geometrically and with our superior intellect and advanced technological
knowledge we would soon be able to take over the earth either peaceably or, if
necessary, by force."

"What about inter-species relationships? Wouldn't that contaminate your gene
pool?"

"Although it is possible that a male of my species could impregnate a human
female, you've already heard how that joining would most likely work out. As
for the females, I'm afraid we have a different problem. You see the human
sperm is very fragile; it can only survive in a specific range of pH. My
species' pH is too acidic for your sperm to survive in; and if in the
unlikelihood of one or more of those little guys making its way up to one of
our eggs, our scientists said there's almost no chance that it could penetrate
its outer shell. I'm living proof that their theory is correct, I've been here
for hundreds of years and have been sexually active that entire time and I've
never gotten pregnant."

"Okay, so you can't get pregnant. What did you do next?"

"I took whatever clothes and supplies I could carry and began walking. Luckily
I chose the correct direction and after several days I came to a large river.
Assuming that it would lead eventually to a port city, I followed it
downstream. After several weeks I was standing on a cliff overlooking what I
would later find out was the city of New York. It was 1766, the city was made
up of mostly immigrants from England, but there were also many black slaves
and other nationalities all trying to make a life in the New World. Most were
farmers or merchants. I took up the oldest profession; I became a prostitute.
It was what I was bred for after all, to have and enjoy sex; what better way
to make a living."

"What was it like in New York at that time?"

"When I first got there, I thought it was a dump. It was dirty and smelly.
Most of the streets were just dirt roads. It was crowded and noisy. Remember,
I came from an ultra-advanced society; everything was modern and clean; when
things started getting old they were torn down and built anew. It took a lot
of getting used to, but I finally was able to make lower Manhattan my home.
The house I worked for was situated above a tavern at the corner of Pearl and
Broad Streets. When I first started, the clientele was often drunk and rowdy;
but over time the Madame was able to weed out the undesirables and soon we
were one of the best whorehouses in the city."

"Weren't you afraid of getting arrested?"

"No, of course not; we always took extra good care of the New York's Finest. A
blow job or a quickie was all it took to keep the police away. Besides the
last thing they wanted to do was raid our place. They never knew who they
might find. Occasionally we would have to get the police because a customer
was causing trouble.

"I had one really bad problem about two years after I started. I was
entertaining an English sailor. He was a big guy, even bigger than me. We were
having a good time. I was on my back and he was kneeling between my legs,
really sticking it to me, when suddenly he starts slapping me and calling me
all sorts of vulgar names. I tried to calm him down but when he tried to punch
me I had had enough. I caught his right fist in my hand and began squeezing.
The look on his face was priceless as the bones in his hand began to break. He
must have been a really tough guy because instead of backing down he hit me
with his left. It was only a glancing blow but it got me angry and I responded
by hitting him with my free right fist. I'm afraid I hit him a lot harder than
I would have liked because his head spun sharply to the side and hung at a
weird angle.

"I had killed him and I had to think fast if I wanted to stay out of trouble.
I got up and pulled a wooden chair close to the side of the bed. Then I lifted
him off the bed and dropped him face first onto the seat of the chair. The
chair broke under him and I tangled one of his legs into the bed blanket. Then
I got back into bed and began to scream. When our enforcer entered the room he
found me still crying, lying naked on the bed, and the sailor lying dead on
the floor. When he asked what happened I told him that when the guy tried to
get out of bed, he got tangled up in the blanket and fell on the chair."

"Did he believe you?"

"Of course he did. I also took care of him from time to time. He sent for the
police and when they got there he repeated my story to them. When several
sailors from the ship came the police told them the same story. The sailors
picked his body up off the floor and carried him back to the ship. The next
day a representative from the English Governor stopped in to ask me a few
questions. Satisfied with my story he apologized for the disturbance and left;
but not before he sampled some of my assets. On the house, of course."

"What was life like in a city controlled by the English so close to the
Revolutionary War?"

"Actually it wasn't all that close. Remember the war didn't start until 1775,
and around there we didn't see any action until 1776. We were a very English
town back then; I'd say less than half of the folks even supported the
revolution. We were beginning to feel the effects of the French and Indian
War. England had defeated the French, but had seriously drained its treasury.
As a result we started seeing new taxes being placed on us by King George. We
had the Sugar act, the Stamp Act, and finally the Townshend Acts; all of which
were taxes placed on us colonists without our consent. All of the taxes were a
nuisance; but the straw that broke the camel's back was the tax levied on tea.
We English love our tea."

"What do you mean 'We English'; you weren't even from this planet."

"I had to assimilate into your world and the English seemed to be the side
that was in power at the time. It wasn't until later when I began to read the
writings of Thomas Paine and Patrick Henry that I began to see the English as
the enemy. During 1775, we heard about the battles at Lexington and Concord
and Bunker Hill, but it didn't really mean that much to us until the beginning
of 1776 when the English were forced to withdraw from Boston. It was a really
joyous occasion for me when George Washington moved his Continental Army from
Boston to New York in the spring of 1776. I remember when I first met him. He
was a tall man, about my height and looked very dashing in his uniform."

"Wait, you met George Washington. Please tell me he wasn't one of your
customers."

"No, he was never one of my customers; but several of his aides were,
including a brash young man named Alexander Hamilton, although if I remember
correctly that wasn't until much later in the war. Everything changed during
the summer when the English Navy, along with 30,000 troops, sailed into New
York Harbor and retook the city. After losing several key battles, Washington
was forced to flee with his troops across New Jersey into Pennsylvania. Later,
Washington would lead his men back into New Jersey and hand the surprised
British several major defeats forcing them to retreat back to New York.

"New York City was occupied by the British for the rest of the war. For six
long years the British maintained their headquarters in the colonies in New
York, which was great for my business, I having taken over the whorehouse at
the untimely death of the former Madame. All during the winter of 1777, the
bulk of the British force was stationed in New York with nothing to do but
drink and party. They spent a lot of their money in my establishment. I ran a
very classy house and was becoming a very rich woman.

"The British troops left New York on November 25, 1783, following the signing
of the Peace Treaty of Paris. The next day George Washington led his troops
back into the city. For the next week, I saw quite a few of his officers as
they were regulars, both in the tavern and later upstairs with me and my
girls. I stood in the doorway of the tavern's long room on December 4, when
General Washington bade farewell to his troops.

"During 1784, even though he was married at the time, I was seeing quite a lot
of Alexander Hamilton. Apparently he wasn't getting everything he wanted at
home and I was more than willing to step in. We both knew our places so there
was never any romance involved; it was just good old fashioned sex. It was
fortunate for me that we were just good friends because he told me that he was
thinking about starting a new bank and asked me if I wanted to invest in his
venture. Not really needing much of the money I had accumulated I made a
rather sizeable investment in his fledgling bank, The Bank of New York."

"I can't believe I'm actually talking to someone who met some of our founding
fathers."

"I also met Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and even Benjamin Franklin."

"Okay, let's take a break; I'm getting hungry. We can drive into Scottsdale
grab a bite to eat and recharge for an afternoon session. If you don't mind,
first I'd like to swing over to my place and get a change of clothes."

Chapter Four:

Over lunch Eve and I talked about her relationship with Hamilton.

"It was an on-again off-again thing. I wouldn't see him for a year or longer
and then he would get in contact with me and he and I would have a grand time
together over a span of several weeks and then he would disappear from my life
again. I realized much later that his visits were timed around the births of
his eight children. Apparently he couldn't take being celibate even for a
couple of months and I guess his wife wasn't into oral sex; too much of a lady
I guess."

We both had a good laugh over that one and I could feel my pants getting a
little snug.

"What about the famous duel?" I asked

Eve turned suddenly quiet. I felt that I had touched upon a sore subject and
was about to ask a different question, when she began to speak.

"Everyone back then thought they knew the reason for the duel and why Alex
accepted Burr's challenge. They all assumed that it was political in nature;
that Alex had insulted and impugned Aaron's character during Aaron's failed
attempt to become the Governor of New York. The fact that Alex was opposed to
Burr in both his bid for the presidency and during his run for Governor was
true, but he never insulted him and would have issued a retraction of the
never-uttered insults. But the fact was that somehow Burr found out about us
during our last meetings in 1802 and threatened to expose the affair to the
papers. Alex adored his wife and children and would never allow that to
happen; so he accepted the duel and, as a penance for his betrayal of his
wife, he purposely fired high over Aaron's head. I've always felt that I was
the ultimate cause of Alexander Hamilton's death. Our actions do have
consequences."

We ate the rest of our meal in silence.

Upon our return to the house we returned to our comfortable living room chairs
and Eve continued her story.

"After his death, I buried my guilt in my work. I improved the living
conditions of the girls I had working for me and redecorated the entire house.
I made a pledge to myself that I would never become the other woman again. It
was alright if a husband stopped in to my establishment from time to time for
a little variety, that was the spice of life, but I would never again
encourage an ongoing affair with a married man.

"It would be twenty years before I would meet a man and fall in love for the
first time. It happened late one Friday evening. I was in my office doing some
paper work when I heard a booming voice coming from the parlor next door. I
walked over to the spy hole I had put in so I could observe the customers
without being seen; there in the middle of room towering over several of my
best girls was this gorgeous hunk. He was at least six and half feet tall,
with long blond hair tied in a ponytail and an arm around two of my girls. His
laughter was infectious and I decided that I might have to pull rank and
sample what he had to offer.

"Before I entered the parlor I took the time to read his mind. He was the
Captain of a merchant ship, just in from the Caribbean with a short stopover
in Charleston. He was looking for a good time and best of all he was single. I
planted a false image of myself in his head so I'd be unrecognizable to him
later, introduced myself, and escorted him to my private bedchamber.

"Let me tell you, that night was a night neither of us would ever forget. He
was a big man, well over eight inches in length and at least 2 inches wide. I
would later discover that it was nearly seven inches in circumference. I could
barely get my hand around it. Even with my extra-terrestrial strength, it was
a good thing that I was built as sturdily as I am because he pounded me all
night long. I think he was amazed that I could handle him and keep coming back
for more. Sometime around five in the morning we both collapsed on the bed
from sheer exhaustion. Later that morning as I let him out of the house, I
made sure to find out where he lived.

"I waited until Sunday afternoon to make my move. I had my driver drop me off
along the East River near what is now Second Street. The waterfront was lined
with fashionable two story houses with great views of the river traffic, just
the place a sea-going man would delight in. With my parasol over my shoulder
to shield myself from the bright afternoon sun, I strolled first up the block
and then used my power of mind reading to implant the desire to go for a
stroll as I was approaching his house. I'm sure when he approached me he had
no idea who I was and had no inclination to enter into conversation. That is,
until I pretended to twist my ankle directly in front of him, falling right
into his muscular arms."

'Are you alright right dear? You didn't hurt yourself did you?'

'No. Clumsy me, I just twisted my ankle and lost my balance. It's a good thing
you were there to catch me or otherwise I might have fallen. Thank you.'

"I made an attempt to resume my walk but flinched with the pain."

'I live right here. Please, let me help you up to the house; you can rest
there.'

"And before I could do anything to stop him, he bent over and swept me into
his arms. I'm sure he wasn't expecting me to weigh as much as I did, but he
was a gentleman and never said a word."

'Here; please sit here, I'll get you some cool water. By the way, my name is
Samuel Weston.'

"I spent the rest of the afternoon on his front porch. We talked and got to
know each other. He told me he was a ship's Captain. His father started an
import company before the war and had left him the business when he returned
to England. He couldn't stand being cooped up in an office, so he hired a
manager to run the business and took over one of the company's ships. He was
the Captain of the ship Ocean Voyager, which sailed from New York to San
Francisco, makings stops in Charleston and Kingston, Jamaica, before reaching
San Francisco. Manufactured goods from the northern colonies, along with goods
imported from Europe would be loaded on board in New York and delivered to
Charleston, Kingston and San Francisco. Goods would be loaded and unloaded at
each port along the trip. The trip itself would take close to nine months and
then the ship would return by the same route with goods from the Far East;
picking up raw materials and goods for delivery to New York.

"I saw him regularly for about a month. He would pick me up at my home near
Trinity Church and take me on picnics, to shows, and out for dinner. He was a
true gentleman; but all I wanted was for him to screw my brains out again.
Finally he asked me to marry him. We were married in a short ceremony at the
church and then settled into married life. The honeymoon lasted about two
weeks. We spent most of that time in bed. I think he was a little taken aback
that I could take all he was giving me and kept coming back for more. After a
particularly lively love making session, Samuel announced that he would be
heading back out to sea at the end of the week. He told me that he had
arranged for Mary, our cook and housekeeper, to stay with me. I tried to
protest but he insisted that he didn't want me to be living here alone. I
think he wanted Mary to keep an eye on me in his absence.

"At the end of the week, Mary and I stood at the pier as the Ocean Voyager
sailed out of New York harbor. During the carriage ride back to the house I
promised Mary that I would be a good wife to the Captain and that I would give
her no trouble.

'I don't care what you do,' she said. 'Just be careful. I don't know what's in
that mind of his. How can he just leave his beautiful young wife alone for a
year and a half and expect her to be here waiting for him when he returns.'

"I did my best to be a good and celibate wife. That lasted about a week.
During that time Mary was my constant companion. She taught me to cook some of
the Captain's favorite meals. But I could stand being the lady of the house
for only so long. One evening as we sat chatting over a cup of tea, I
announced that I was going crazy and that starting the next day I was going to
be going back to work. I had expected some protesting or at least a series of
questions from Mary; instead she said.

'I was wondering how long it would be before you dropped this façade of being
a lady.'

"I was too stunned to reply."

Mary continued: 'On my nights off I spend some time with a friend of mine who
likes the tavern over which your establishment lies. I've seen you on more
than a couple of occasions coming into the tavern. Believe me, you're a hard
person to forget. I asked our waitress one night who you were. She told me
that you were the madam of the house upstairs.'

"You won't tell Samuel will you? I'm pretty sure he would not want his wife
working in a whorehouse."

'Of course I won't tell. Besides, who am I to judge you? I did a lot of things
that I'm not too proud of before the Captain saved me.'

'Saved you?'

'Yes, about five years ago I was living on the streets of Kingston. My parents
and I went there from our home in Ireland two years before. We didn't have a
lot of money, but we were making a go of it, then they both got deathly sick
and died. At the age of sixteen I was left to fend for myself. I won't go into
any details but suffice it to say that I spent many a night in a stranger's
bed in exchange for some food to eat and a place to sleep.'

"You poor dear that must have been awful."

'It was so bad that I contemplated taking my own life. It was at that time
that I literally ran into the Captain as I was running from a baker from whom
I had stolen a loaf of bread. The Captain came between the baker and me and
before I knew it he was reaching into his pocket for a couple of coins to pay
for the bread. When the baker left, the Captain turned to look at me. He
handed me a gold coin, turned and began to walk away.

'Sir,' I pleaded. 'Please! I have no place to go; can you take me with you? I
can cook, and sew, and clean your house....'

'He turned, looked at me again and, much to my surprise, he extended his hand
to me. I was even more surprised when he led me to his ship. I thought he was
going to take me to his home on the island; instead he took me aboard and made
room for me in his cabin. He brought me here and I've been his cook and
housekeeper ever since. I owe him my life. All I ask from you is that you be
careful and don't ever hurt him.'

"I resumed my role as Madam of the house, doing the best I could to shield my
true appearance from the many gentlemen I entertained.

"Several months later, New York was in the midst of a brutally cold winter. I
came home a little after midnight. It had been a slow night; few people were
willing to leave their homes or hotels to visit us. The house was already dark
except for a single candle that Mary had left burning by the door. I hung up
my coat, picked up the candle and climbed the stairs to my second floor
bedroom. I was surprised that my bedroom door was closed. I opened the door
and was greeted with a blast of warm air and the glow of a small fire still
burning in the fireplace.

'I took the liberty of getting the room ready for you and have been warming
your bed. Why don't you get ready for bed?' Mary said.

"I could just barely make out her image lying in my big bed under my down
comforter. Never shy about my body, I took off my clothes and threw them on a
chair. Mary didn't say a word when I pulled back the comforter and slipped,
naked, into the bed. She was well aware that I seldom, if ever, wore any
clothes to bed. I was a little surprised when I snuggled up next to her to
find that she was equally naked as well."

'I hope you don't mind my sharing your bed like this. I often did the same
thing for the Captain.'

'Oh really,' I replied, 'he never mentioned anything about that to me. He
never forced himself on you did he?'

'No, he never had to force himself on me; I was more than willing to give
myself to him. I did just one time during that first winter. But, you know
that he's such a big man, that it was very uncomfortable for me. He is such a
gentleman; he never tried to force me to do it again. Instead he was content
to allow me to use my hand or my mouth, whichever I preferred, to give him
pleasure, and he did the same for me."

"I looked into her mind; I could see images of the Captain naked, her hand
barely able to hold his massive cock as she moved it up and down his shaft
until he shot his cum what seemed to be several feet into the air. I also saw
the desire she held deep down to be with a woman; me.

"I threw off the comforter and gazed down at her. She was elfin-like, less
than five feet in height, thin almost to the point of being skinny. Her
breasts were petite, half spheres topped off with small pink nipples. Her
long, red hair was tied back with a ribbon, and was in sharp contrast to her
nearly translucent white skin. I bent down and took one of her nipples between
my lips and gave it a couple of flicks of my tongue. She sucked in a deep
breath from between her clenched teeth."

'No, not yet', she exclaimed. 'I want to make love to you first. I've been
dreaming about this night for some time now; probably from the first time that
I saw you.'

"I allowed her to pull me down onto my back. She climbed onto my body and
began gently kissing me, starting at my forehead. I could feel her body
trembling as she slid lower on my body, paying homage to each of my tits in
turn, kissing and sucking on one nipple as she squeezed and rolled the other
between her fingers. I had never had a woman make love to me before. It was
different from being with a man. A man does these things as a means to an end.
Not so with Mary; she was making love to my body as if it was her own -- and I
was getting very turned on. Lower and lower she slid down my body until I
could feel her lips and tongue caress my already hardening clit. I had never
had a man do that before. Being a woman, she knew exactly how to caress me, to
bring me just short of the point of climax over and over again. When I
couldn't stand it any longer, I grabbed the back of her head and held her
tightly to me as I screamed out in pure ecstasy.

"When I had fully recovered, it was my turn to make love to her. Fearing my
dense muscular body would be too much for her; I remained on my back and moved
her body over mine. I worshiped her petite breasts and her nearly-hairless,
almost childlike pussy, bringing her to multiple orgasms before we finally
were both fully sated.

"Mary became my constant companion. I was married to the Captain, but Mary was
my best friend and confidant. For the next twenty years our routine changed
very little. We slept late, then I went to work while Mary stayed home and did
the house work and the cooking. I would come home for an early supper and then
return to the house, leaving there at about one in the morning. Mary would be
waiting in our bed. Sometimes we would make love, other times we would just
cuddle and talk.

"Sometimes, the Captain would come home. Mary would retreat back to her room
in the rear of the house next to the kitchen and, for a month or so, the
Captain and I would treat each other like newlyweds. Then, before we knew it,
the Captain was off again, sailing halfway around the world and back. I truly
believe the sea was his first love and that I was only a pleasant diversion.

"One morning there was loud banging on the door; Mary shot out of bed ,
grabbed her robe, and ran down the stairs to see who it was while I hastened
to get dressed to greet our unexpected visitor. 'The Captain wasn't due home
for another month or so, so it couldn't be him,' I thought.

"It was the manager of the Captain's shipping company. After pleasantries he
asked to speak to me in the front parlor.

'Mrs. Weston, I don't know of any other way to say this: we just received word
from our agents in San Francisco; it seems that the Ocean Voyager never made
it to port. In fact, it never made the restocking point in Panama, either. We
believe that the ship went down, probably on its trip around Cape Horn. I'm
sorry for your loss.'

"I was speechless. Although we had been married for nearly ten years, we had
spent less than a year together. Now, there was finality to our separation; we
would never see him again. I tried to remember the last night we spent
together, the last time we made love, but I couldn't and it made me feel worse
than I already did. Two days later, we held a brief memorial service in
Trinity Church. There was a large portrait of the Captain that hung over the
fireplace in the parlor. We took and perched it on an easel where his coffin
would have been.

"Mary and I moped around the house for the next week or so until finally Mary
said, 'Enough! We have to go on with our lives. You, get your arse back to
your business so I can get back to doing my job here.'

"So our lives returned to normal and everything was fine until Mary got sick.
It was 1832 and New York, a city of over 250,000 souls, was hit with a cholera
epidemic. The disease hit hardest in the poor sections of the city, especially
the section known as Five Points. Before it ran its course it took the lives
of over 3,500 people, Mary being one of them.

"At first we thought it was just a reaction to something she ate; but soon we
realized it was more than that. The diarrhea would not stop. The more I tried
to get her to drink the more it continued. I had no other choice than to bring
her to the hospital. I got her a private room and stayed with her day and
night. Her eyes were sunken and her skin had a bluish tint to it. She was
suffering from a severe case of dehydration. I cursed the state of your
medical care. There was little the doctors could do for her. I was watching my
best friend and lover, dying before my eyes and all I could do was keep her
clean and comfortable.

'Eve,' she whispered,' I want to ask you something.'

"I moved closer as she continued."

'Who are you? What are you? Are you a witch? You haven't changed one iota in
all the time I've known you. Your skin is still smooth and wrinkle-free and
you never gain any weight even though you eat more food than the Captain ever
did. '

"No, I'm not a witch," I said debating how much I should tell her. 'She
deserves to know the truth, but how much could she handle?'

'Please dear, save your strength, don't talk, just listen; I'll try to answer
all of your questions. First, know that I have always loved you and would
never do anything to hurt you. I'm not from Earth. I come from a place far
away, farther than the closest star. I was stranded on this planet almost
sixty years ago, and although I won't live forever, I can tell you that I
won't die for a very, very long time.'

"I looked deeply into her mind. Questions popped into her head as well as
scenes from our life together.

I never once saw thoughts of fear or rejection, just questions and
understanding."

'What's it like where you're from,' was the question that she directed to me?

'Do you want me to show you?'

"I planted into her mind the memory of my first trip to our capital city;
flying high above the city with its towering spires, housing for the people,
vast parks for recreation and multiple levels of anti -gravity vehicles
zipping noiselessly between the buildings. I showed her parents playing with
their children, people heading to and from their jobs and even the androids as
they went about their tasks."

'That's where I'm from.'

"She nodded with satisfaction; but then became troubled."

'You can't stay here in New York too much longer. Too many people know you and
will begin to ask questions.'

'Don't you worry about me; I plan to leave here eventually. You just
concentrate on getting better.'

"But we both knew in our hearts that she wasn't going to be getting better.
Her body was beginning to shut down from the effects of the dehydration."

'I'm getting tired,' she said, 'I think I'd like to sleep for a while. Please
hold my hand? I love you.'

'I love you, too.'

"I watched her close her eyes and drift off to sleep. I held her hand until it
turned cold and then kissed her lips and said my final goodbye."

"How sad it must have made you feel; to lose someone you love knowing that
under different circumstances you could have saved her."

"Yes, it made me sad and I grieved for a long time, in my own way; but I also
knew that I was going to have to get used to losing the people I cared about
most because I was destined to outlive them all.

"But that's in the past; let's stop for now and get something to eat. We can
continue later."

Chapter Five:

To lighten the mood, I volunteered to cook dinner. As a bachelor, I usually
just went out to eat or brought in pizza or Chinese food, but the one thing I
was reasonably good at was breakfast; I made a mean omelet. Fortunately her
refrigerator was well stocked, and before she knew it I had the cast iron
skillet heating on the stove and a pile of chopped peppers, onions and ham all
set to go. I cracked half a dozen eggs, mixed in a little milk and poured half
the mixture into the buttered pan, adding some of the ham and vegetables,
along with some pieces of fresh mozzarella. When the first omelet was done, I
put it on a plate and popped it into the oven to keep warm, and then I went
back to work on the second omelet, this one for Eve. In the meantime, she set
the table and prepared our beverages.

I watched eagerly as she grabbed about a dozen oranges out of the fridge, cut
the tops off of each and squeezed each one into a large bowl using her
powerful hand. The juice gushed out from the cut end. I pitied the poor
oranges; they didn't stand a chance. When she was done, she poured the juice
through a strainer and into two large glasses over some cracked ice. When the
second omelet was ready, I turned off the stove, placed Eve's omelet in front
of her, and retrieved mine from the oven.

Raising her glass, Eve proposed a toast. "To us; may we live long, love
deeply, and laugh often."

We touched glasses and I took a good sized drink... and immediately felt fire
as the liquid burned my throat.

"Wow" I said hoarsely, "When did you pour in the vodka?"

Laughing she said," I'm sorry; I thought you saw me take the Smirnoff bottle
out of the freezer when I took out the ice cubes. When I saw you were going to
make omelets I decided that we should have a cocktail along with our meal;
otherwise it would just feel like breakfast. And if it were just breakfast,
I'd have felt I missed the best part of the night before," she said with a
hint of mischievous in her voice.

Once again I could feel my pants becoming a little more confining. I wasn't
sure how long I was going to survive in this relationship; but damn, if I had
to die of something, I couldn't think of a better way to go than in the arms
of this beautiful, sexy woman.

"After we clean up here, why don't we run over to your place and get your
things. We can try living together for a while; if you find that you're not
happy you can always move back again. I know I can be rather overbearing and
opinionated at times, but I think I can make you happy. We're not kids anymore
and I think we're old enough to know what we want."

'Beautiful, sexy and rich; what more was I looking for?' I thought to myself.
"Alright, let's do it."

It only took a couple of hours to drive to my apartment, pack up my clothes,
clean out the refrigerator, throw away most of the junk that I'd accumulated
since my last move, and drive back to her place. It had never occurred to me
that I was living such a Spartan lifestyle until I realized that most of my
possessions fit into the trunk and back seat of my car. After storing most of
my things in the spare bedroom, we decided that it was too late and we were
too tired to continue our interview; deciding instead that a warm shower and
an early bed would be a much more enjoyable ending to the day.

Our sexual activities started halfway through our shower. Watching Eve washing
her hair, with the suds and water running down her magnificent body had the
predictable effect. Soon I was sporting a very rigid erection which found its
way between her thighs as I stood behind her rubbing and squeezing her firm
breasts, while helping her to wash herself.

"Hmmmm, I see my man is ready for action."

Turning to face me, Eve grabbed my shoulders and forced me backwards until my
back was pressed hard against the tile wall of the shower then, sinking to her
knees, she took my cock into her mouth and gave me an incredible blow job,
worshiping my cock until I had a mind-blowing orgasm.

She got back to her feet saying, "That should take the edge off until we get
to bed; that's when the real fun will begin."

We washed quickly in anticipation of what was to follow. After toweling off
and drying our hair, she took hold of my semi-erect cock and led me to the
bed. Throwing back the comforter and the sheet, she turned and not-so-gently
picked me up and threw me onto the bed, climbing on top of me and sitting on
my chest.

"I think I'm due a little payback for our shower activities," she said moving
up my body until her pussy was hovering directly over my face. More than happy
to oblige her, I lifted my head and stuck out my tongue. I licked and sucked
on her lips, my nose occasionally bumping her extended clit as I worked her
towards a well-deserved climax.

"Oh yeah, baby. That's it, work that tongue. Oh... you are so good, so good.
I'm almost there."

It was music to my ears and I worked on her all the more. Soon she began to
grind her pussy onto my face. Her hands grabbed hold of head and held me
tightly as she came; rewarding my efforts with a flood of salty sweet cum. She
held me that way as I lapped up her juices, until I began to panic, my lungs
desperately trying to fill with fresh air.

Releasing my head and allowing me to breath she slid back down my body and
said, "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away; it's just been such a long time
since I've had my pussy eaten like that; you're almost as good as Mary." She
said with a smile as she bent over me and kissed and licked her juices off of
my face.

As she did, she positioned herself so that she had my throbbing cock trapped
between her pussy lips and began to slide up and down the length of its
underside. Again and again she continued, the moist friction of her body on
mine bringing me ever closer to the point of no return. Not wishing to waste a
good cum, I pleaded with my eyes for her to take me inside. I don't know how
she did it, but as she reached the tip of my cock it felt as if I was sucked
into her body. I could feel the moist heat as Eve's pussy seemed to constrict
around me. Her hands grasped my shoulders, pinning me to the bed, as she
slowly began to ride me. My hands found her breasts, kneading them, squeezing
and gently twisting her erect nipples as our passion grew. Suddenly she
stiffened, her mouth open in a silent cry of passion, her eyes half shut,
unseeing. I could feel the powerful contractions of her pussy, milking my
hyper-sensitive cock to an intense climax. I don't know how long we stayed
that way, frozen in time until she collapsed onto my body, a content smile of
satisfaction on her face.

"That was so good. I'm never going to let you leave."

'And why would I want to,' I thought to myself as I enjoyed the surprising
heaviness of her body holding me, protecting me, as I drifted off into a
peaceful sleep. It was several hours later when I finally awoke. Eve had
rolled off my body and was sleeping on her side facing me. Not wishing to
disturb her, I carefully slipped off the bed and plodded off to the bathroom
to take care of some pressing needs.

When I returned I slipped back into bed facing her, marveling at her beauty.
Here I was sleeping with the most amazing woman I had ever met, who -- as best
that I could calculate from the facts in her story -- was over 225 years old,
but who looked like she was in her twenties. A sad thought popped into my
head; at 36 years of age it would appear to many that I was a lot older than
Eve. In another fifteen years people would think that I was with my daughter,
and twenty-five years after that they would think she was my granddaughter.
I'd be 76 years old and she would still look like she was in her twenties. And
how was I going to satisfy my sex-addicted lover. She'd wear me out, and then
cast me aside for a younger lover.

"Never my love, never; now stop worrying about things that you have no control
over and go back to sleep," she said. Throwing one of her long arms over my
body, my Eve pulled me tightly against hers.

Chapter Six

The next morning we had breakfast and managed to do our morning workout
without any sexual activity. After a quick shower, and over a cup of coffee
for me and tea for Eve, she resumed her tale.

"Mary's death was an eye opener for me in more ways than one. Not only did I
have to get used to the fact that people I love were going to die long before
I would, I also had to deal with the fact that people all around me would grow
old and I would not. I had been in business for over seventy years and,
although the girls never stayed around too long, at some point someone would
hang around long enough, or talk among themselves enough, that they realized I
wasn't getting any older. So after a couple of more years, when things had
gotten back to normal after the cholera epidemic had run its course and
business was once again booming, I decided to sell the business to one of my
best girls. Her payments would provide me with a sizeable cash flow for a
number of years while I decided what to do next.

"It was one of my former regular clients that provided me with the answer. One
day, not too long after my "retirement" I received a note, delivered by the
man's coachman, inviting me to an evening of good food, pleasant conversation
and lustful activities. Intrigued, I replied in the affirmative. I was to meet
him, dressed formally, in the lobby of one of the fanciest hotels in the city
at six o'clock the following evening. As a highly regarded member of the
financial community, he was used to making deals and getting what he wanted.

Over a cocktail before dinner, he looked me in the eye and said, "Let's get
the business arrangements over with so we can enjoy ourselves tonight." He
slipped an envelope from his coat pocket and casually placed it on the table
in front of me. After a quick glance, I discreetly placed the envelope into my
bag. Following a scrumptious meal and an after-dinner brandy, we adjourned to
his previously-booked room for the evening. We had sex several times that
night. Between sessions while he recuperated, I found out more than I really
wanted to know about him. He was from Connecticut; he was involved in an
arranged marriage to a girl from Boston who was from old money, he worked for
his father in law, splitting his time between Boston and New York. His wife
had just given birth to their first child, a boy he called JP, who was the
light of his life.

'Oh, no, I thought, not again;' I had promised myself that I would not get
mixed up with another married man. I was just about to tell him so, when he
said, rather bluntly, that this was nothing more than a business deal, it was
just sex for sex's sake and that I should not infer any emotional attachments
to our affair.

'That being said,' he continued, 'I'd like to see you again from time to time
when I'm in town. If you don't mind I'd like to tell a couple of my business
associates about our relationship, which I'm sure will lead to some additional
contacts for you. Now, I think it's time for you to leave. I'll have my
coachman take you home.'

"With that he reached for his wallet, pulled out a twenty and placed it on the
night stand. I should have been furious with him. He had just treated me as
some kind of cheap whore; but I realized later that it was just his way of
showing me that I was not in his class and that nothing would ever come of our
affair.

"In the coach on the ride home I took out the envelope and counted the money;
there was over three hundred dollars. I'd have to work all week for that kind
of money. True to his word, I began receiving more "callers" at my home. Some
were young, others were old, a few were single but most were married; but all
had one thing in common: they were all rich and powerful. I was earning more
money than I was when I had the house with all the girls working for me. I was
also careful to project the image of myself as growing a little older as my
new clientele aged.

"I worked steadily for the next ten years. I watched my accounts in the Bank
of New York and my investments held by my client's merchant banking firm grow
substantially. But I was getting bored with life in New York. One of my
clients had told me about how different life was in San Francisco and that if
at all possible I should visit there before I died. Little did he know how
long that would be. I had remembered the Captain telling me how nice the city
was; that it was big, but still small in character.

"With the decision made, I packed the things that I treasured the most:
mementos of my life with the Captain and Mary, made arrangements with my
bankers, closed up the house, and began my journey west.

"I did not wish to travel by boat, remembering how the Captain had died, so I
bought a ticket on the train from New York to Independence, Missouri. From
there I would travel as a member of a wagon train along the Oregon Trail and
then on to San Francisco. In Independence, against the advice of several of
the locals, I bought a wagon called a Prairie Schooner and a team of horses.
Because it was still too cold to travel, we stayed in Independence for a month
which gave me the opportunity to learn how to handle a wagon and a team of
horses. Since I was a single woman and would be doing all the work that the
men were doing I figured I'd better dress like a man. I bought several pair of
long pants, a few heavy cotton shirts, and a pair of boots. I also bought a
pistol and a rifle. The man who sold me the weapons instructed me in their
use. By the time we were ready to travel I could hold my own in any situation.

"It was a warm spring day, the sky was bright blue with a couple of puffy
white clouds in the distance, when the leader of our wagon train yelled out,
"Wagons Ho!" and waved us westward. Anyone who tells you that traveling west
by covered wagon was romantic doesn't know what they are talking about. It was
six months of back-breaking, boring travel, punctuated by moments of sheer
terror. Day after day, the routine was always the same; wake up at sunrise,
hitch up the horses and head westward. The weather was unpredictable. For days
on end the sun would beat down on us, making the ground bone dry, which we
turned into great clouds of dust. Or it would rain for several days in a row,
making the trail slick with mud and drenching me and everyone else to the
bone. And yet we pressed on, ever forward, always towards the setting sun,
only stopping at pre-determined locations or when it started getting dark.

"We crossed swollen rivers, climbed high mountain passes, and watched as
Indian hunting parties watched us from a distance. Contrary to popular belief,
most of settlers that died making their way westward died from disease,
accidental drownings, hypothermia, being run over by a wagon, and gun mishaps;
not from Indian attacks.

"Because of the lack of privacy and the lack of eligible men, I had to control
my sexual urges. Only occasionally would I "entertain" one of the hardened
wranglers who provided the wagon train with fresh meat and some protection.
When the rest of the train was fast asleep after a long day of travel, we
would meet outside my wagon and sneak away from the circled wagons with a
couple of bed rolls. I think I scared off several of my lovers with the
ferocity of my love making. They just weren't used to being treated like a
piece of meat for my satisfaction, which left them totally exhausted and
practically useless the following day.

"We finally had a couple-day layover when we reached Fort Hall in present-day
Idaho. It was there that I joined several fellow travelers from our wagon
train, along with a few other travelers who were waiting at Fort Hall for
travelers heading to California. Our smaller group set out on the
less-traveled southern trail, southwest towards the Humboldt River Valley. We
traveled close to the river as it wound its way through what it is now the
State of Nevada. When the river finally came to an end, we started the hardest
part of our journey; we had to cross the deadly "Forty Mile Desert" before
reaching the Carson River."

"That must have been a scary experience."

"It was. For ten days we had to be completely self-sufficient. We had to carry
enough food and water for ourselves and the horses; there was no firewood for
cooking, just dried up plants and small bushes; and we had to survive the
extreme temperature changes. During the day the temperature would soar to well
over one-hundred degrees; but at night when the sun went down, the temperature
would plunge into the fifties. We traveled mostly at night starting out a
couple of hours before sunset, traveling through the night, until the sun was
fully up the next day. That's when we would search for a place to camp, out of
the sun if possible, until the sun began to set. The trail was fairly easy to
follow; we just stayed in the wheel ruts created by previous wagon trains.
Along the trail lay the sun-bleached bones of horses that didn't make it,
along with the occasional abandoned broken-down that which had been stripped
clean of any useable parts.

"Just when we began to feel that we couldn't go on, we reached the Carson
River, which marked the end of the Forty Mile Desert. After a two day stop
over along the banks of the river, we started west once again. Our last
obstacle, the Sierra Nevada mountain range loomed in the distance. The route
became increasingly more difficult as we climbed through the foothills. We
were saved the ordeal of climbing over the crest of the mountains by following
a series of valleys which meandered through the range. Finally, after a week
of travel, we reached the end of the mountain range. As each wagon crested the
last hill, the driver and his family took in the sight of the wide flatlands
that opened up below them.

"Soon we were heading across those flat lands, the newly established Republic
of California, heading to Fort Sutter along the Sacramento River. When we
reached the fort, we heard the news that gold had been discovered at Sutter's
Mill not too far from there. Hundreds of men were at the fort, who had come
south from the Oregon Territory and were trying to buy picks, shovels and
supplies, all with the idea that they were going to try their hand at
prospecting for gold.

"I had a decision to make: should I continue to San Francisco or should I
follow my instincts which were telling me that the real fortune to be made was
not from mining for gold, but by servicing the wants and needs of the miners.
When the wagon train set out on the final leg of its trip, I broke away from
the train and headed towards the gold fields along with hundreds of men.

"So you became one of the "Forty-niners."

"Yes, but I never mined for gold. When I got to the gold fields, I found a
tent city along with about twenty wooden buildings. Most of the buildings were
clustered together along a dirt road forming the nucleus of a town. There were
several hardware stores, a general store, a barber shop, an assessor's office,
a jail, a couple of saloons and a stable. There was one building that was
under construction. It was a simple wood structure two stories high with a
covered porch, a couple windows and a door in the front. It had a staircase up
the side of the building to a door on the second floor. There was a backdoor
that led to a small porch, from which a person could gaze across the valley
and the river that ran through it. A small stream ran along the back of the
property which appeared to be the source of fresh water for the town.

"I drove my team to the side of the building and climbed down. A carpenter was
finishing the railing of the staircase.

'Hey, who's the boss around here?'

'You're looking at 'im, buddy.'

'I'm looking to either buy a building or have one built.'

'You're in luck, this building just happens to be available for sale. The guy
I was building it for got into a gun fight last night; he lost.'

'How much you want for it?' I asked as he descended the stairs.

He walked up to me and looked up into my eyes. 'Sorry miss, I didn't know you
were a woman. There aren't too many women here in Grand View and none as
pretty as you,' he said tipping his hat.

He thought for a moment. 'Since he paid me for the materials in advance, I can
give it to you for five hundred dollars as is; anything you want done inside
would be extra.'

'Show me around inside.'

"He led me through the front door. The front half of the building was one
large room. He opened the door to a second room which was similar to the
first. The second floor was split into several smaller rooms and included a
kitchen with a pot-belly stove. 'It would make a fine living space for the
next couple of years if the gold rush lasted that long,' I thought.

'I'll give you your five hundred dollars for the building, but that will
include a couple of interior additions. One, I want you to build a simple bar
in front of the back wall of the front room and some shelving on the wall and
behind the bar. In the back room, I want a small room built next to the back
door and a second stove installed for heat back there. I'll buy the stove, you
install it.

'I don't think so; I'll need some more money for that.'

"I began to unbutton several of the buttons of my shirt. 'What if I throw in
some extra incentives instead?'

'What kind of incentives?' He said admiring my unencumbered cleavage.

'Well, how does no-charge customer service sound?'

'What kind of business are you in?'

'This is going to be the future home of Eve's Garden of Eden bar and
whorehouse; I'm Eve.'

"I led him to the back room where I forced him against the wall, undid his
belt and pulled down his pants. Then I got down on my knees and gave him my
best blow job. When he was fully recovered from that experience, I dropped my
pants, bent over, and gave him free access to my already dripping pussy. It
had been a long time with no sex for me and I just couldn't wait to have that
big fella firmly buried inside of me. He didn't disappoint me. By the time he
was finished he had brought me to three intense orgasms; I was completely
sated for the moment at least.

"The next morning I became the new owner of the building, and after another
week of interior improvements, I was open for business. It didn't take long
for word to spread throughout the town that a house of prostitution had
opened. Since my first order of whisky had not yet arrived, I used the front
room as a waiting room, while I entertained my guests in the back room. I had
brought my bed and bedding with me from the house in New York and hung
curtains to separate the bed area from the rest of the room. By the end of the
first day I was exhausted but happy. I also knew that I was going to have to
do something about the hygiene of my customers. Most of the men had been out
here panning or mining for gold for at least the last several months and had
not been with a woman, or had even used soap for that matter. If I was going
to survive this experience I would have to change that.

"I went to the General Store the next morning inquiring how long it would take
to obtain a large bath tub." 'I just happen to have one in the back, I brought
it here figuring someone would need one someday, but no one has ever asked
about one before.' "So for ten dollars I bought the large metal tub, which was
big enough for a man to sit in and deep enough to hold a good deal of water as
well. I also bought a large rain barrel and four water buckets.

"A new sign appeared on the wall in the front room:

Bath - $2.00; Bath and Blow Job - $10.00: Bath and Fuck - $20.

Each morning I would carry the four buckets down to the stream, fill them and
carry them back to the rain barrel on the back porch until the barrel was
full. After making one more trip to fill the buckets again, I dumped them into
the tub. I kept two kettles on the hot stove at all times; adding two kettles
of near boiling water before each bath. After a client paid for what he
wanted, I'd help him remove his clothes and into the tub; then I'd remove my
robe and give him a bath that he'd never forget. By the time I had him nice
and clean, no foreplay was needed; the men were, for the most part, lean,
muscled, and very horny. Whichever service they wanted I made sure that they
got their money's worth, then helped them dress and led them to the door.
Before I let in my next guest, I'd take a bucketful of water out of the tub
and pour in two more kettles of hot water. When business was booming this
would go on from noon until late into the night. After my last guest, and
making sure that no one was in the back of the building, I would pick up the
tub still full of water and dump it out. On a good day I'd entertain twelve to
fifteen gentlemen, making anywhere from two to three hundred dollars per day.
To give you some idea of how much that was, in California at the time the
average farm worker earned about sixty dollars a month -- which was four times
what the same worker could earn in the Midwest; and for the most part I was
paid in gold. I became very adept at guessing the weight of a gold nugget or
pile of gold dust. At about $21 per ounce I had accumulated a substantial
amount of gold in no time at all. Each night before I went upstairs to sleep,
I moved a large chest which covered an extremely heavy lead plate in the
floor. Under the plate was my safe into which I dropped bags with the day's
receipts.

"Once I hired a bartender I was able to open up the front room bar. I always
gave my customers their money's worth. An ounce of whiskey was a dollar, the
bottle was twenty five. Soon the saloon was making even more money than I was.
I had a standing order with a distiller for ten cases of whisky every week. "

"Did you ever close?" I asked. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Well, no. There were always new customers. Either men coming from the gold
fields or men coming to try their luck, it never stopped. There were days that
I could have stayed open twenty four hours, especially after a new strike, but
I had to physically throw men out the front door so I could get some sleep.
The thing was; I knew this wasn't going to last forever. In my mind I was
giving it twenty years. At some point the men would be coming back with empty
pockets and at that point the good times would end. What I hadn't counted on
was our gold-rush town becoming civilized.

"About twelve years after I settled there, I began to notice a change in the
town. More stores and businesses began to open. These businesses were not
aimed for the miners, but rather the businesses that were already here and the
citizens of the town. The citizens of the town began to change as well;
mail-order wives were brought in for the miners, and there were more families
with children settling in town. When they started construction of the church,
I knew my days were numbered.

"When I walked down the street the women I passed never acknowledged my
presence; in fact they would gather their children in closer to them and rush
past me as if I was some sort of monster. Oh, it was different when the town
needed money to pay for some civic project or something. Then a committee of
town-folk would come to my establishment asking for money. Soon they elected a
mayor and formed a town council, and that's when the town ordinances started.
I had to remove all signs advertising my business. They limited the hours that
I could stay open and closed me completely on Sundays.

"I knew it was just a matter of time before they shut me down for good; so I
began to liquidate my assets. I deposited nearly all of my money in our Wells
Fargo Bank, opened an account at their headquarters in San Francisco, and
transferred all my assets."

"So you closed down and moved to San Francisco?" I asked trying to anticipate
her next move.

"No, not at that point; I wasn't ready to give up the life I was leading. The
west was still wild and, for the most part, untamed. I knew in my heart this
was going to change and I wanted to hang onto that independent spirit for just
a little longer. I learned a while before from one of my "gentlemen callers"
that the railroad had begun an ambitious project. Starting in Sacramento, the
Central Pacific Railroad was building a rail line north, through our valley
and beyond through the Sierra Nevada and into the Utah Territory, where it
would link up with the western-moving rail line being built by the Union
Pacific Railroad.

"I stayed in business, entertaining the labors as the line advanced through
our valley, until business began to drop off when the travel distance became
too great. That's when I shut down, packed my bedding and essentials into a
newly-obtained covered wagon, and followed the work crew. I stayed far enough
away so that I did not disrupt their work but close enough to be within
walking distance for when the work day was done.

"Business was good, although I had to lower my prices because these guys were,
after all, just laborers. I wasn't doing this for the money anyway; I had all
the money I was ever going to need. I was doing it for the adventure, and, of
course, for the sex. Payday was the best night, of course. The men had little
to spend their money on once they left the inhabited areas. They could gamble
amongst themselves or come back and spend their money with me. There was
usually a group gathered around my fire pit, not far from my wagon, until late
into the night.

"Due to the fact that the West was sparsely populated, there was a large group
of Cantonese laborers mixed in with the rest of the work crews. Although at
times there was a language barrier between us, once I was able to conclude the
financial part of our business, there was never a problem for them to
communicate their wants and desires.

"The crew foremen became regular visitors to my whorehouse-on-wheels. As a
cost of doing business I had to keep them satisfied, which usually meant a
couple of free blowjobs or a quickie or two before the rest of the crew got
there. As long as the work got done and they maintained their work schedules,
I was allowed to tag along. I became a fixture with the railroad as they
advanced eastward."

"I know it took a long time to complete the rail line. Did you stay out there
with them the entire time?"

"Yes I did. I was with them almost six years. I lived through all types of
weather; from the brutally cold winters to the sweltering summers, I hung in
there with them. I figured if they could take it so could I. When I could, I'd
spend a night or two in a hotel or boarding house or the home of a friendly
rancher, but those times were few and far between.

"I did get a chance to meet the head engineer of the railroad Samuel Montague.
He would come out once a month or so in his own private railcar to oversee the
project. One of the foremen came to me one afternoon informing me that I was
invited to dine with the "Boss" and that I should be ready when the sun when
down and that he would have a wagon pick me up. I took a quick bath, washed my
hair, put on some makeup and put on my best dress.

"Mr. Montague was a real gentleman. He was tall, extremely good looking, with
a full beard, and was dressed in a fine-looking suit. We had dinner in his
rail car, which served as both his office and his bedroom. He told me he was
originally from New Hampshire and that he was single, his job taking up all
his free time. After drinks, he invited me to spend the night. He was a gentle
and considerate lover; a pleasant change from the 'wham bam thank you ma'am'
pounding I was used to. By morning I think I was falling in love. However, he
sent me on my way back to my wagon with a kiss on the cheek and a promise that
we would get together on his next trip.

"I saw him once or twice on each of his monthly visits. This went on for about
four years. I always looked forward to my time with him. I was sure that we
were developing a deeper relationship, which I hoped would lead to marriage.
Everything changed, however, during the winter of 1868. He did not visit at
all during the months of January and February. It wasn't until late March that
I saw his train arrive in the camp. Instead of an invitation to dinner, the
foreman brought a note explaining that he had gotten married in February and
that he could no longer see me. I was heartbroken and cried all night. Then my
heartache turned to rage. I wanted to tear up his precious rail line, yank up
one of the rails -- which I could have easily done -- and wrap it around his
neck. By morning, however, I had calmed down and had reached the realization
that he had only taken me as a common whore, which I knew I was, and that it
was my fault that he saw me that way."

'If you ever want to get a decent man to become interested in you,' I said to
myself, 'you're going to have to change your way of life.'

"Since the only really decent man available for hundreds of miles was already
taken, I filed that notion for later use and continued as before. Winter
turned to spring, spring to summer, summer to fall and, before I knew it, it
was winter again. But, it was different this time; the rumor running through
the camp was that we were only a few months from meeting the Union Pacific
work crews. Optimistically, the two railroads would meet during April or early
May. I think everyone was glad that it was coming to an end.

"By the end of April, however, a new rumor started to circulate in camp. 'Our
engineers were a bunch of boobs and we had passed each other a couple of weeks
ago.' That rumor lasted about a week until, one evening in early May; a sentry
spotted a signal fire about ten miles east of us. It took two more days to
complete the remaining track. I remember that day very well. Samuel's train,
which arrived the night before was slowly rolled up the track. The same was
true for the chief engineer's train from the Union Pacific. The two trains
were only a few yards apart facing one another. With a large crowd of the
skilled workers from each of the railroads looking on, the "Golden Spike" was
driven tying down the final rail; then removed, and an iron spike was driven
completing the first Transcontinental Railroad. The crowd roared its approval
as the two locomotives were moved forward until they touched. That's when a
group of us from each railroad climbed aboard and the stage was set for the
dramatic photograph that appears in many history books. The two chief
engineers stood in front of their respective engines and clasped hands
signifying the joining of the two railroads into one line."

"Wait a minute; did you say "us"? You were there? You are in that picture?"

"Yes. That morning I received a note from Samuel telling me about the ceremony
and that I could be a part of it, if I dressed-up as a man, wore a hat and
kept a low profile. He said it was a reward for keeping up the morale of the
workers. So that morning I snuck up to the camp and persuaded one of the
assistant engineers to loan me a suit of clothes, which he took off right
after receiving one of my best blowjobs. I borrowed a wide-brimmed hat from
one of the laborers and walked over to where the final rails were being laid.
I made friends with one of the photographers that were there and waited until
the actual final spike was driven before melding in with the crowd."

"So where are you in the picture?" still not quite believing her story?

"When you're looking at the picture of them shaking hands in front of the
engines, I'm standing on the engine on the left, the Central Pacific Engine,
I'm just below the ornate side of the head lamp, looking straight at the
camera. I had to bend my knees to avoid becoming too conspicuous in the photo.
But that's me with my floppy hat cocked to the side, in the shadows. Come
here, take a look for yourself."

Rising from her chair, she took my hand and practically dragged me down the
hall into what I assumed would be her office/library. There on the wall was a
large print of that iconic photo. I studied it closely and sure enough, there
she was, just where she said she would be. It was a little hard to make out
her face, I wished she had been one of the two gentlemen who stood to her
right, their features were a lot clearer; but there was no question that there
was Eve in a picture taken over a hundred years before.

"I'm tired, Drew; I think that's enough for today. Why don't we drive down to
Phoenix? I know a great restaurant that serves fabulous seafood and has an
extensive wine cellar."

"You're the boss."

"Just you remember that and we'll have a fantastic life together," Eve said
with a smile.

Chapter Seven:

After three hours of dinner and dancing, a four course meal, two bottles of
wine and an after-dinner cognac, I could just about keep my eyes open, let
alone drive back to her place. But that is exactly what I had to do, as she
climbed into the passenger side of the Bentley and curled up cat-like on the
seat. Driving the Bentley was like sitting in the most comfortable living room
chair you could buy as the world passes you by in the opposite direction.
There was almost no vibration or road noise; no sense that you were actually
driving a vehicle. The big engine propelled the car forward effortlessly. It
was truly an experience of a lifetime. Somehow I managed to get us back home.
I eased the Bentley back into its parking spot and turned off the motor.

"Mmmmmm, home already? That was a wonderful evening. Let's go to bed and
cuddle."

When we got into the elevator, Eve scooped me into her arms and gave me a
slow, sensuous kiss.

"Well, maybe we'll do more than just cuddle. But don't worry, I know how tired
you must be; you don't have to do anything but lay back and enjoy."

Over the next two hours she brought me to two earth-shaking orgasms as she
straddled my hips and rode my overworked cock slowly and methodically until I
could no longer stay awake.

The next morning we decided to stay in bed as Eve continued her story.

"Although there was still plenty of work left to do, building sidings, fuel
and water stations, and passenger and freight depots, I decided that this part
of my life had come to a satisfying end. I asked Samuel if I could ride with
him back to Sacramento. I packed only my cleanest clothing and womanly
essentials, leaving the rest of my things in my wagon and the horses with one
of the laborers.

"It had taken us nearly six years to get to Promontory Summit; it took us less
than three days to get back to Sacramento. I spent most of that time in the
employee's car, with the cook and Samuel's assistant. I slept in my seat. I
was actually proud of Samuel. He was a devoted husband and for once I was not
the other woman.

"My final destination was San Francisco, but since the rail line was not yet
complete, I spent a couple of months in Sacramento. By November of that year
the line was finished, and on a gray rainy afternoon I arrived in the City of
San Francisco. I asked a livery driver which was the nicest hotel in the city.
Without hesitation he told me the Occidental Hotel. I took up residence in one
of the upper floor suites. San Francisco at the time was a young Pacific boom
town. It had served as a port of entry for hopefuls during the California Gold
Rush, and the Nevada Silver Rush a decade later. The town was young and
prosperous and full of potential.

"I planned on getting back into business after a much needed period of rest
and relaxation, but my plans were changed by the chance meeting of an elderly
woman and her son.

"I was having lunch in the hotel restaurant. There was a group of women seated
around the table next to me. All were engaged in an animate discussion of the
city's current events; all, that is except for one elderly woman who was
seated on the opposite side of the table facing me. She was staring at me,
studying my face as if trying to figure out where she knew me from. To tell
you the truth, she was making me a little nervous. So much so that after
eating my meal I decided to skip my after meal tea, paid my check and went out
for a long walk.

"When I returned later that afternoon, the man at the front desk informed me
that I had message. He retrieved a folded piece of stationary from my room's
mail slot."

Dear Miss. Weston,

I saw you in the dining room today at lunch. I believe that I have something
to show you that you'd be extremely interested in seeing. Would you please be
gracious enough to join me for tea tomorrow afternoon at four?

I pray you will accept my offer and look forward to your visit.

Sincerely,

Imelda Weston Clarke

"On a separate piece of paper she left me her address. I was intrigued to say
the least. Who was this woman? What could she have to show me that she felt so
strongly that I would be interested in seeing? I didn't make up my mind
whether I was going to go or not until Friday morning. My curiosity finally
won over my sense of anxiety.

"Although her address was within walking distance of the hotel, I decided to
take a carriage instead, arriving at her house promptly at four. It was a
lovely home, sitting high on a hill overlooking the harbor. A housekeeper
answered the door and asked me to wait while she notified Mrs. Clarke that I
had arrived."

'I'm so glad you decided to come,' she said, as she entered the foyer. 'Please
call me Imelda. Come, follow me; we'll have tea in the sitting room.'

"She led me to a spacious room in the rear of the house. It was tastefully
furnished and had a spectacular view of the harbor through several large
windows. But for me the most intriguing sight was the large painting that was
hung over the fireplace. It was a painting of a ship's captain; not any
captain, but my captain, Samuel Weston. It looked like the very portrait that
had stood-in for his lost body at the funeral in New York! The look of shock
on my face must have told her all she needed to know."

'I thought you'd find that painting extremely interesting. Please sit; make
yourself comfortable and I'll tell you anything you want to know.'

'I have so many questions that I don't know where to begin. Who are you? How
did you get my painting? What do you want from me?'

'First of all, I want nothing from you. And that is not your painting, it's
mine. Let me tell you my story.'

'Back in 1830, I was a naà¯ve twenty year-old young woman. I was a
serving-girl working in a tavern near the waterfront. One evening this tall
handsome man comes into the tavern, sits at one of my tables and orders dinner
and a pint of ale. I served him his dinner and, over a second pint of ale, he
asks me what my name was. I told him my name was Imelda.'

'I'm pleased to make your acquaintance Imelda,' he says. 'I'm sure I'll be
seeing you again.'

'He came in every night for the next couple of weeks. He was always friendly
and polite. I was more than a little infatuated with him. He was so handsome;
such a commanding figure. One evening he waited for me and walked with me
along the docks. He offered to show me his ship. Before I knew what was
happening, he not only was showing me his ship but his bed as well. The next
morning he told me he loved me and wanted to get married right away. I was
infatuated with him and agreed. We were married that day at city hall. That
night he told me that he was leaving at the end of the week and that he
wouldn't be back for a long time. We spent two glorious days in my small flat,
trying to fit a year's worth of loving into the time before he had to leave.

'The morning that he left, he ran to his ship and returned with his painting
that I had admired that first night we made love in his cabin. He hung it on
our bedroom wall above our bed. He told me that it would remind me of him
until he returned. When he sailed that day he left me two things that I will
always cherish: his portrait and his son.'

"I tried my hardest to bury the feelings of hurt and betrayal that suddenly
exploded inside me. The bastard had not only cheated on me, which I guess I
could have understood, having slept with untold number of men and Mary in his
absence, but he had married her and gave her a son as well. I sipped my tea,
thinking about the last time we had spent together, coming to the realization
that he had died; never knowing that he had a son. I wondered how many other
women there were, in other ports of call, and if there were other children."

'I can tell you're a little upset; that's understandable. In fact, I would be
upset too, if I hadn't already realized that I was not the only love of his
life. Let me continue.

'My son, James, was born nine months later. You can imagine how anxious I was
to see Samuel again. Before he left he told me it would be about eighteen
months before his return. When nearly two years passed, I knew there was a
problem. I went to the company office to inquire about his return and was told
that the ship was missing and all hands were presumed lost. When I heard that,
I fainted. Coming to, I explained to them who I was and that I had a baby, his
baby. They all expressed their sorrow for my lost; gave me a small widow's
stipend and brought out two canvass bags that held the contents of his office.
The one bag held meaningless trinkets, but in the other was a portrait of a
beautiful woman. I don't know why I kept the painting. Maybe it was because I
sensed that the woman in the painting meant a great deal to him. I hoped that
she was his mother, but knew in my heart that she was more likely his wife.'

'Do you still have the painting?'

'Of course I do; how do you think I recognized you? What I don't understand is
how you could look exactly like the person in that painting; it's got to be at
least forty years old.'

'Can I see it?'

'Follow me.'

"She led me up the staircase to a second-floor bedroom. Hanging on the wall,
across from the bed, was the painting; my portrait. I stared at it,
remembering the day it was completed. The Captain had asked me sit for the
painting so that he could hang it in his cabin on the ship. He told me that he
wanted me to be with him on his voyages. It would serve as an incentive for
him to return safely to me. I had assumed that it went down with his ship. Now
I realized that at some point he must have removed it from the cabin and hung
it in his West Coast office. I guess I was cramping his style looking over him
in his bed; bastard.

"Looking around the bedroom, I could tell that it was her bedroom and asked
why she chose to hang it there."

'I hung it in my bedroom for two reasons. First, it's a beautiful painting; my
late husband and I both liked it a great deal. The other reason is that it was
the first thing I saw every morning, reminding me of the dreadful mistake I
made which almost ruined my life, and helping me to avoid making unwise
choices in the future. You still haven't answered my question.'

"I did the only thing I could do under the circumstances; I lied."

'That's a portrait of my grandmother. My mother used to tell me stories about
her all the time. She told me I looked exactly like she remembered her. When I
asked her if she had a painting of her she told me that she was told that only
one painting had ever been done of her and that it had hung on the wall of my
Grandfather's quarters on his ship, which she explained to me had be lost at
sea. My mother was only six years old when my grandmother died during the
cholera epidemic in 1832. She was raised in an orphanage until she turned
eighteen. She met a man, my father, who was a merchant in New York. He was
killed during the war.'

'Oh, you poor dear. And your mother; is she well?'

'She's doing OK. She took over the shop when my father went to war. I help her
when I can, in fact, that's why I'm here in San Francisco. I'm here meeting
with several import companies arranging for goods to be shipped by railroad to
New York.'

'Fascinating. Come, let's go downstairs and have another cup of tea.'

'I really should be going; I've taken up enough of your time.'

'Nonsense, I'm nearly sixty years old I have nothing but time. Besides,' she
said looking at the clock, 'there's someone else coming in a few minutes that
I'd like you to meet.'

"We left her bedroom and I followed her down the stairs. Just as we reached
the landing the front door opened and there stood the Captain. I nearly
fainted, it wasn't the Captain of course, it was her son; but he was the
spitting image of the Captain. A quick calculation of his age meant that he
was almost exactly the same age as his father was when I first met him. I
didn't know whether to jump into his arms or to punch him in the nose. I did
neither; instead I extended my hand and introduced myself. "

'My name is Eve; you must be James.'

'You're the woman in the painting!'

'No dear, that's her grandmother. Her mother, your half-sister, lives in New
York and is a merchant just like you. Eve is here on business.'

"We returned to the sitting room and had a second cup of tea while I filled in
the some of the missing details of my fictitious life. After finishing my tea,
during a lull in the conversation, I stood and announced that I had to get
back to the hotel. James volunteered to drive me back in his carriage. I tried
to protest, saying that I didn't want to be a bother; but to no avail. James
said that he had to get home anyway, that his wife was expecting him for
dinner. After saying my good byes to Imelda and thanking her for a truly
enlightening afternoon, I boarded James's carriage and he drove me to the
hotel. I couldn't help but think that if I had traveled with him to San
Francisco all those years ago, that this is how the Captain and I would have
looked. I was no longer upset with him, only melancholy.

"Two days later a large crate was delivered to the hotel. The note attached to
the crate read:"

'Eve,

Please accept this as a token of my sincere apology to your "grandmother". It
is rightfully yours. I no longer have a need for it.

Regards,

Imelda'

P.S. That was a lovely story you told me and I almost believed it. It wasn't
until the next day that I realized that your last name couldn't have been
Weston. Don't worry; your secret, whatever it is, is safe with me.'

"I stayed in San Francisco for several more weeks getting my financial affairs
in order. I opened several accounts with the money that I had had transferred
to San Francisco. As a major depositor I was able to invest in the stock of
Wells Fargo Bank. And finally, I rented a large safe deposit box. I had
several thousand $20 double eagle gold coins which I had accumulated from the
years 1850 to 1869. These were beautiful coins which I wanted to keep as a
keepsake of my years during the gold rush.

"With my financial affairs in order, I bought a ticket to New York City on the
Pacific Railroad as it was now called. I felt that I had to leave San
Francisco. I had explained myself to Imelda and James once, but if I stayed
there for too long a time, chances were that I would meet them again and at
that time maybe my story would begin to unravel. Besides I missed my first
home town and wanted to see all the changes that progress had brought in the
twenty years that I had been gone.

"On a Monday morning I checked out of the hotel, had my trunk and my crate
loaded onto the train, and settled into my sleeping compartment for the trip
east. It had taken me nearly nine months to travel here in 1849, now if we
kept on schedule I'd be standing in New York City in less than two weeks. The
country had gotten a whole lot smaller in twenty years."

Chapter Eight:

"The trip to New York was completed in two parts. The first leg of the journey
from San Francisco to Omaha, Nebraska took a week. Then we had to get off the
train, get on a ferry, along with our baggage and freight, and cross the
Missouri River to the town of Council Bluffs, Iowa. Our baggage and freight
was loaded back onto a new train while we got ourselves situated. The second
leg of the trip took six days, and even though we all felt exhausted after it
was over, all the passengers agreed that the $135 fare was well worth the
money."

"So what was the City like when you returned? Was it everything you thought it
would be?"

"It was that and so much more. The buildings were taller and more numerous.
The areas that had been empty lots or small farms before I left were filled
with two and three story residential structures. There were a lot more people
as well. The after-effects of the Civil War were clearly evident. There were a
lot more colored people living in the city. There were also many veterans
walking the streets on crutches, pant legs pinned up where legs had once been;
or missing arms, some begging for money, but most seemingly headed back and
forth from home or work.

"My house was still there, although it took me about a week to get it cleaned
up and livable again. I could still feel Mary's presence in the house, but
surprisingly, it was more comforting than saddening. As a result I decided to
hire a man servant and his wife to cook, clean and run errands for me. I was
in the city about a month before I decided to make contact with my former
client and financial manager. My biggest problem was how to do it. Junius was
thirty eight years old the last time I had seen him, now he was nearly sixty.
I couldn't go to his office looking like a twenty six year old.

"Wearing my most conservative dress, I took a chance and paid an unannounced
visit to his offices. I told his secretary my name, that I was an old friend
and client, and that I had been out west for the last twenty years and had
only recently returned. She disappeared behind his closed door for a few
moments; but when she returned she had a pleasant smile."

'Please go right in, he'll be with you momentarily. '

"I entered his large corner office and took a seat in front of his desk. He
came through a side door with a stack of papers in his hand."

"I projected an image of me into his mind, adding a few extra pounds, a few
wrinkles around my eyes and mouth, and a touch of gray in my hair."

'Eve is that really you; it must be at least twenty years since the last time
I saw you, you look as beautiful as ever. How do you do it?'

'Juni, you're such a liar but thank you for the complements. You are looking
well and even more prosperous than before I left; I hope my finances have done
as well.'

'Always the shrewd businesswoman; it's what I loved about you the most.'

'Oh, and I thought you only loved me for my other skills.'

'Those, too. But it was your mind for business that I found most attractive.
Anyway, I pulled some of the information from your file. You'll be pleased to
know that your accounts with us have increased in value tenfold since you've
been gone. Where have you been and what have you been doing since then? If my
memory serves me, you were heading to San Francisco.'

'Very good, I'm impressed that you remembered. You could say that I've been
applying my trade in the gold-mining and rail transportation industries.
Business was very good, very good indeed. Now I'm back, I'm looking to get
back into business in a more limited manner, but also I'd like to get involved
as an investor in some of the new and upcoming technologies of today.'

'I understand and I think I can steer you in the right direction on both
fronts. First of all, you remember me talking about my son, JP, don't you? He
recently formed a partnership with several other gentlemen. They provide
investment bank services, specializing in reorganizations and consolidations.
I'm sure with a letter of recommendation from me; he would be more than
willing to accept you as a client. But I have to warn you that he's a bigger
risk taker than I am. He's also married, twice, his first wife dying after
childbirth. Now he has three children. But what I'm getting at is that before
he got married he knew next to nothing about sex.'

'Juni, how could that be? I'm sure with your wealth and upbringing he
experienced all facets of life.'

'Eve, that's where you're wrong. It's because of our wealth and upbringing
that we don't experience some of, how shall I say, the more earthy facets of
life. People in my position have to be very careful about the types of people
our children socialize with. The young girls are sheltered and pampered. They
know nothing about sexual matters. They are expected to be virgins for their
husbands. The boys are expected to be the experts in these matters; but how
can they become experts if the only women they socialize with are all
jealously guarding their virginity. I don't want to offend you, but what the
boys need is to have a person like you, to teach them the facts of life
through example and practice with no complications or commitments; someone who
knows her place in life.'

"I should have been offended again, but again I wasn't. We had established our
ground rules a long time ago. I had accepted and was perfectly content with
who and what I was."

'Interesting. I'll think about it and get back to you with a proposal. In the
meantime, could you write that letter of recommendation for me? '

'Of course. Just be aware that my son's investment strategy is more aggressive
than my own; but with more risk comes greater rewards.'

"It took me several months to decide what I wanted to do. Over dinner I
offered my proposal to Juni."

'Don't you think 500 dollars is a little steep for one night?'

"Juni, my dear, don't you think I'm worth it? Besides I'm going to be teaching
these young men everything I know. It's going to take all night and more
likely than not, we both will be too exhausted and sore to do anything for
several days afterwards."

'I can understand that. When you put it that way, maybe I might just need a
refresher course.'

"Juni, for you I would book the whole weekend."

"So with that my next career path was settled. I became the sex instructor to
the children of New York's elite class. People like the Vanderbilts, the
Astors, the Goulds, and others, soon began to contact me. It started off
slowly at first, but after another month or two I was "working" one or two
nights a week.

"A typical night would start with dinner and some time to get acquainted.
After dinner we would adjourn, arm in arm, to our room. I always let the young
men open the door. I could tell how nervous they were by the time it took for
them to get the key into the lock. After that... Oh it's better if I just show
you."

With that, she stood, grabbed my hand and practically dragged me down the hall
to our bedroom, where I was treated to a sexual smorgasbord for the rest of
the evening. By the time she finished with me I was physically and emotionally
drained, literally and figuratively, very sore, and total exhausted. The last
thing I remembered was Eve kissing me on my forehead and whispering, "Sleep my
pet; you were better than any of those young studs."

Chapter Nine:

The next morning, after what seemed like a gallon of coffee, I was feeling
almost normal again. I still walked a little slower than usual, but was able
to keep up with Eve as she started her day not appearing to be suffering any
ill effects from our previous evening's activities. We assumed our normal
positions in the living room and her narrative continued.

"My occupation as sex instructor to New York's elite lasted nearly ten years.
I scanned the society pages weekly and much to my delight, many of my former
students were getting married and starting families. I felt proud that I, in
some small way, was responsible for preserving their family legacies. True to
his father's word, JP Morgan was a risk-taker, but also a savvy businessman. I
watched my wealth more than triple in value and, although I was not from old
money, I gained a certain amount of social acceptance from the New York elite.
At parties I was introduced to many of the most eligible bachelors of the day.
One of the most fascinating men that I met wasn't eligible at all. John D.
Rockefeller was the hard-driving owner of Standard Oil of Ohio, which at the
time was one of the largest suppliers of kerosene in the country.

"During our conversation he indicated to me that he was in the process of
moving his corporate headquarters from Cleveland, Ohio to New York City. I
would find out later that he was starting a new company which would be called
Standard Oil of New Jersey, and would ultimately evolve into ESSO and later
still, Exxon. JD invited me to join him for dinner one night the following
week. Over dinner, he made me a business proposition. "

'Eve, I'm not going to deceive you; I've had you checked out by one of my
associates. He informed me that you make your living entertaining men. I would
like to hire you to entertain a gentleman from Nacogdoches, Texas. This
gentleman is the owner of a large oil company which I intend to buy. I'd like
you to entertain him while he is here in New York. I will pay you handsomely
for this service for as long as it takes for me to close this deal; no
questions asked. '

"After agreeing to the terms of our business arrangement, I asked when my
services would be needed."

'He'll be here a week from Monday. I'll set up a first meeting for you for
dinner at the Grand Central Hotel. By the way, his name is Garret Rusk.'

"At the appointed time I entered the lobby of the Grand Central. A gentleman,
dressed in dark jeans, a white embroidered shirt with a string tie held
together by a silver slide with a turquoise stone mounted in the center,
western boots and carrying the largest hat I had ever seen, strode across the
room. "

'Miss Eve, I presume? JD told me I'd recognize you immediately. His
description of you as a tall pretty woman doesn't do you justice. It's my
pleasure to make your acquaintance.'

"My heart skipped a beat as a looked up into his ice blue-eyes and rugged good
looks. He was a big man, at least three inches taller than me, with broad
shoulders and large callused hands. He was a man who was accustomed to hard
work and the great outdoors. He offered me his arm and escorted me into the
dining room. I glanced in the mirror as we entered the room and, if I do say
so myself, we made a good-looking couple. Apparently other people thought so
too, because I could almost feel the eyes of the waiters and our fellow diners
as we were led to our table.

"For the next two hours we talked and laughed like we were old friends. He
told me all about himself. He owned a large cattle ranch in eastern Texas,
near the town of Nacogdoches. One day while drilling a well on the far side of
his grazing land, he hit a gusher; not of water, but oil. At first he sold his
raw crude to a fellow who shipped it by rail to a company that refined the oil
into kerosene. But he realized that the bulk of the profits were being reaped
by others, so he hired an experienced refiner and built his own refinery. Soon
he had his own freight company as well. As his wealth grew, he expanded,
building refineries in Louisiana as well. One of his most important
innovations had to do with a by-product of the refining process. Gasoline was
thought to be useless and, at most refineries, was just burned off or dumped
into nearby rivers. Garret used the gasoline to run his machinery and foresaw
the use of gasoline-burning engines as a means of propulsion.

"He knew Rockefeller was building his company by driving his competitors out
of business or buying their companies at reduced prices. He, too, foresaw the
importance of gasoline and the inevitable decline of kerosene as a fuel and,
as the result of Edison's electric light bulb, as a source of light."

'In my neck of the woods, my company is a big fish in a small pond. But I
won't be able to survive a price war against the likes of Rockefeller and his
Standard Oil. My best option is to work out a deal now while my company is
still strong. I'm pretty sure John D. will see the advantage of buying my
company now instead of engaging in an all-out price war which will hurt us
both.'

"Our evening was most enjoyable. I could tell that he was attracted to me and
I knew that I was attracted to him; it was just a question of who was going to
make the first move. Me being the professional, I decided that it was going to
me; so I leaned over the table and whispered in his ear.

'I'd love to see your room.'

"That's all it took; he signaled for the check, signed it to the room, stood
and escorted me out of the dining room and into the elevator for the eight
story ride to his penthouse suite. JD had spared no expense to impress this
gentleman from Texas. We entered the room and before the door closed behind us
Garret had swept me into his arms."

'I've been wanting to do that all evening', he said after we finally broke our
embrace.

'I'm glad you did,' I replied while taking him by the hand and practically
dragging him into the bedroom. We attacked each other's clothing like a couple
of newlyweds. In between kisses Garret exclaimed, 'It's been quite a while
since I entertained a lady; I may be a little out of practice.'

'Don't worry, I'll take the lead -- and I'm no lady.'

"With that said, I sank to my knees before him. His cock was magnificent, at
least ten inches long and as thick as my wrist. I grabbed it with both my
hands and began kissing and licking its nearly purple head. This was a noble
cock and I wanted to give it a royal treatment. Garret began to moan as my
hands slid up and down his shaft while I tried to stuff as much as I could
into my mouth. "

'Oh God, Eve; what are you doing to me? Please stop, I can't hold off much
longer.'

"Of course, I had no intention of stopping. His words only encouraged me all
the more. My tongue swirled around its head as I worked my mouth around his
cock. I wanted his first orgasm to be unforgettable. I felt his strong hands
grab hold of my head as he tried to remove his cock from my mouth but I
resisted his efforts, having the benefits of my superior strength and all of
the leverage."

'Eve, I'm going to cum! Arrggh!'

"Suddenly my mouth was filled with his essence, which I began to swallow
immediately, not wanting to lose a single drop. Five, six, seven, squirts I
felt before his orgasm finally subsided. I sat back and gazed up at him
lovingly."

'Eve, that was incredible', he whispered as he reached down pulling me into
his arms once again.

"I steered him towards the bed, where we fell, ending up with Garret on his
back and me on top. All it took was a quick thrust of my hips and I had myself
seated on the front of his thighs looking down at him. I took hold of his
wrists and forced his hands up over his head. My tits were conveniently
rubbing across his lips as I told him I wanted more. His cock was more than
ready, having never really lost its rigidity, and as for me, there was no need
for any more foreplay. Letting go of one of his hands, I reached down between
us and guided him to my entrance. I paused only briefly, and then began to
slowly engulf him. More and more of his cock began to disappear into my
soaking-wet pussy. It seemed that there was no end to that impressive tool of
his. Finally our bodies met; I had it all. I felt gloriously stuffed. I hadn't
felt this way since Adam and I had made love during our training. I began to
slowly rise and fall, moving along his length, never allowing him to
completely escape my moist grasp. My hands were resting on his chest, while
his were kneading my breasts and tweaking my nipples. My eyes were lightly
closed and all I could feel were the sensations of pleasure that were pulsing
throughout my body.

"My first orgasm came out of nowhere; I halted my movements and allowed the
warmth to consume me. When it subsided, I began moving once again, this time a
little more energetically. Minutes passed; this time I could feel it build and
then suddenly explode within me. When it passed I resumed again; this time
wanting us to share the moment together. I gazed down at Garret though hooded
eyes and spied a playful gleam in his eyes. His hands left my breasts and I
felt two powerful arms wrap themselves around my back. Before I knew it,
Garret pulled me down to his chest and at the same time turning us over until
I felt my back pressed against the mattress."

'Now it's my turn to lead.'

"Garret extended his arms lifting his upper body off me, while he plowed his
cock in and out of me with reckless abandon. Again and again, like a man
possessed, he gave it to me. I felt my hands squeezing my tits and pulling on
my nipples, imploring my body to respond once again. The sounds of bodies
slapping together and the creaks of the bed filled the room."

'I'm almost there; cum with me', I wailed beseechingly and pulled his head to
mine, our mouths joined in a passionate kiss.

"I felt Garret stiffen as he began to pump his seed into me. That pushed me
over the edge and my body shook as I screamed into his mouth. When his body
finally stopped twitching, he collapsed on top of me. The weight of his body
was comforting and reassuring. I could tell this was the beginning of a new
and wonderful journey."

"I don't know about you," I said, "but I could use a break about now. Why
don't we stop for lunch?"

"That sounds good to me; I need to cool off a little if you know what I mean.
I'll make us lunch, while you set the table and get us some drinks."

I did what she asked and then sat and reviewed my notes. Over lunch I
questioned Eve about several points which I felt needed clarification. Later,
after pouring each of us a second glass of wine, Eve renewed her story.

"That was one of the most glorious weeks of my life. Garret would schedule a
business meeting with JD. They would hash out issues that needed to be
settled, and then, after the meeting, he would take a carriage to my house. We
would make love and afterwards go out to dinner or walk along the river.

"By Friday the deal was finally consummated. Garret arrived at my house a
little later than normal. I was a little upset because I didn't want our
relationship to end and I had talked myself into the notion that he had left
for home without even saying good bye."

'I sorry I'm a bit late, but I had a little errand to run after JD bought my
company. '

'The deal is done! That's wonderful; congratulations!'

'Yes; after five days of negotiations, he finally paid me what the company was
worth. I did have to give in on one final point; I had to be the one to pay
for your services. Let's see, I think I have it right here.'

"I was ready to tell him he could keep his money if he thought that that was
all this meant to me. That's when he got down on one knee and pulled his hand
out of his pocket. In his hand was a small box from Tiffany and Company. "

'Eve, I've never met any woman like you before and I don't want this time
we've had together to ever end. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?'

"After I got over my initial shock and was finally able to speak, of course I
said yes. We were married the next day and spent the following week making
plans to sell my house in the city and ship my personal belongings to his
ranch in Texas. We lived there for ten years; then, one afternoon, Garret came
home after a morning of riding the fence line looking for breaks and announced
that he couldn't take living so close to the numerous oil wells that had
sprung up around our property."

'I guess I'm still a "wildcatter" at heart,' he said, 'I still get the urge
sometimes to go out there and sink a few exploratory wells; but I won't put
you through that. I also own a large ranch in the Arizona Territory. If you
feel that you could handle life in the high country being a true pioneer
woman, I would love to spend the rest of our lives there.'

"I couldn't tell him that I'd already experienced far worse conditions nearly
sixty years before, so I told him that I'd follow him anywhere he wanted to
go. So for the second time in ten years I packed up our belongings, boarded a
train, and set out for a new destination."

Chapter Ten:

"The train pulled into the station at noon. When we had left Texas it was cold
and raining, truly a miserable day. Here in the small town of Phoenix, the
weather was beautiful; it was warm and sunny, a perfect day for late March."

'The weather here is great now,' Garret said, 'but in a couple of months it
gets really hot; then in a couple more months it gets even hotter. From April
to October we'll live at the high country ranch. We'll come back to the Valley
before the first snows of winter and stay until it gets too hot.'

"Phoenix was like an oasis in the desert. The town had grown because of the
railroad and the availability of water from the Salt and Gila Rivers. It was
said that the valley in which it sat survived because of the five C's; cotton,
cattle, citrus, copper, and climate. The town was surrounded by acres and
acres of cotton fields and citrus groves, all possible because of irrigation.
There were large stockyards for cattle, and wagons filled with raw copper, all
of which was shipped to customers on the West and the East Coasts by rail."

"It's hard to believe that Phoenix was ever a small town," I said, looking out
the window at the urban sprawl that had paved over most of the farms and
groves, and driven out the stockyards and cattle ranches.

"I know; you have no idea how beautiful Phoenix was back then. I miss it; but
that's progress.

"Getting back to my story; Garret and I spent the night in town because we had
to wait for the ranch hands that had met us at the rail station to load our
belongings into three covered wagons. Early the next morning, we headed north
on a wagon trail that followed the same general route as today's Interstate
17. Garret and I drove the lead wagon followed by the others. It was a
relatively flat ride until we reached the foothills, the beginning of the
Rocky Mountains, where we camped for the night. The next morning we began our
ascent.

"The average elevation in the Valley is about 1,100 feet above sea level.
Although I didn't know it at the time, our ranch's elevation was nearly 4,500
feet. It took two more days of hard climbing, camping overnight in a small
valley, before we finally reached what appeared to be the top. I thought once
we reached the top that we would begin a decent back down into a valley; but
when we rounded what was the last of many bends in the trail, Garret pulled up
on the reigns and said, 'Well, was it worth the climb?'

"Before me, to our left, were more mountains and rough terrain; but to my
right, as far as the eye could see, were rolling plains of tall grass, yellow
brown from the harsh winter which had just ended, that stretched to the foot
of a distant chain of peaks."

'It's beautiful,' I said, 'where's our land?'

'You're looking at it. We own nearly the entire plain; our land begins along
that fence line and runs up to the foot of those peaks.'

'It must have cost you a fortune.'

'Not at all, it was dirt cheap. Remember, it's pretty isolated up here; we're
almost three days ride from Phoenix and a couple days ride from the mining
towns of Jerome and Prescott. '

'Where's the house?'

'At the northern edge of our land. The previous owners built the house near
the only source of water on the land, a small stream that runs out of the
mountain behind it and collects in a small pond before running underground. I
had Miguel, our foreman, and the rest of the hands build up the sides of the
pond so it could collect more water, and dig a small canal to bring water
deeper into the valley. Up here as in the valley below, water is the key to
survival.'

"I have to admit; when I first saw the house I was a little disappointed. It
was half as big as Garret's Texas house and not nearly as stately. But the
inside changed my opinion. Entering the front door, I stood in a large
vestibule; to my left was a large, vaulted ceiling, great room with an immense
fireplace, which served as a living room and dining room; straight ahead was
the winter kitchen, behind that kitchen, outside the house, was the summer
kitchen. There were two bedrooms to the right; each had a small fireplace that
shared a common chimney. One of the bedrooms had been converted into an
office. My favorite part of the house, however, was the large covered front
porch with two rocking chairs on one side of the doorway. The view of the
entire valley was spectacular.

"Running a cattle ranch, even with five hired hands, is hard. There's always
work to be done; animals to be cared for, fences to be mended, supplies to be
gotten -- and most of all mouths to be fed. Back in Texas, we had a cook and a
housekeeper; here, however, those jobs fell on my shoulders. We ate as a
family; three men of Mexican decent, two Apaches, one Englishman, and one
Alien, all sitting around the table sharing a simple meal.

"Each fall five of us would drive about 500 head of cattle down out of the
mountains and into the valley below. Our winter ranch was located in what is
now Scottsdale. We would spend about a month there, fattening up the herd
before bring them to the stockyards. The hands would then return to the
mountain ranch, while Garret and I would spend the rest of the winter in the
valley, enjoying 'city life.' We celebrated the start of the Twentieth Century
and the birth of the State of Arizona at the valley ranch.

"I loved Garret with all my heart; things couldn't have been better between
us. Then I almost blew it all. One day, when I thought Garret had left to go
into town to get supplies and conduct some business, I was cleaning the house
and decided that the rug in our office needed to be taken outside and shaken
clean of all the dirt and dust accumulated from the previous summer. The one
problem was that upon it sat Garret's large safe; it must have weighed
eight-hundred pounds. 'No problem, I thought, I'll just wrap my arms around it
and lift it off the rug.' At that moment, Garret entered the office; he'd
forgotten to take some documents he needed for his business in town.

"He stood in the doorway, his mouth open, just staring at me in total shock,
while I stood on the other side of the room, facing him, still holding the
safe in my arms. Then, without uttering a word, he turned and walked out of
the house. I put the safe down and ran out of the house after him, finally
catching up to him about thirty yards from the house."

'Who or what are you?' He exclaimed, 'It took four men to carry that safe into
the house and I come home to find you carrying it around as if it were a sack
of flour.'

'Honey, please don't be upset. Come back in the house and I'll explain
everything.'

"When we got back to the house, I poured him a large glass of whisky and began
my explanation."

'You have every right to be confused. Although I've never lied to you, I have
been less than forthright with you. What I'm about to tell you I should have
told you a long time ago; I was just too scared to because I thought if I did
you'd leave me. I loved you so much that I couldn't bear to lose you.'

"Garret just sat in his chair and took a sip of his whisky, still pondering
the sight he had seen."

'Garret, I'm not from here.'

'I know you're not from here, you're from New York.'

'Please Garret; let me tell you my whole story before you say anything. When I
said I'm not from here, I didn't mean, the Phoenix area, or even the United
States, I meant that I'm not from this planet. I'm from a place farther away
than you could ever comprehend.'

"And then I proceeded to tell him my entire story; where I was from, how I had
gotten here, where I had lived, what I had done and finally how old I was and
what my life expectancy would be. He just sat there taking it all in and then
drained his glass and approached me."

'I won't pretend that I understand what you just told me; only a fool would
believe a story like that. But I know what I saw, and I know that I love you
more than life itself and that I never want to lose you.'

"With a shriek of glee, I pulled him into my arms and, smothering him with
kisses, picked him up, just like I had done with the safe and retreated to our
bedroom, depositing him on the bed, and informing him that he'd just have to
ride a lot faster if he wanted to get to his business meeting on time."

"That must have been quite a shock for him. I can understand why he couldn't
comprehend what you were telling him. Most people in those days could barely
conceive of the notion that earth was not the center of the universe and that
the sun didn't revolve around it. Space travel was something born in the mind
of fiction writers, men like Jules Verne and H.G. Wells."

"It was a day I would never forget nor would I ever want to repeat. But it did
have some positive results as well. From that day forward, Garret began to
think about plans for far into the future, long after his own life expectancy.
He bought tracts of land in the Valley as they became available. 'Someday,' he
told me, 'these parcels of land will be part of the City of Phoenix and will
be very valuable.' He was, of course, nearly completely right. As the city
expanded, the land became more valuable, the only thing he got wrong was that
it wasn't just land in Phoenix; it was also the adjoining towns of Scottsdale,
Glendale Mesa, Chandler, Gilbert and Peoria as well. I still own some of those
tracts of land; in the last fifty years they have increased in value nearly
one hundred times what we paid for them. But their hidden value is in what can
be done with the land. Right now there are about a million people in the metro
area, but as more and more people come to this area to take advantage of our
climate and the nearly three hundred and thirty days of sun per year, they are
going to need places to live, which means more development and you need land
to build on. The closer that land is to the center of the Metro area, the more
valuable that land is. My last husband taught me that. But I'm getting ahead
of myself.

"Garret and I were married for nearly fifty years. We lived through the
Roaring Twenties and the Great Depression. We saw our fortunes rise and fall,
but he always told me that as long as we owned land and gold we would always
do well. When he finally died at age ninety-three, I owned a great deal of
both."

"Ninety-three; he had a long and full life, but you must have looked more like
his granddaughter than his wife."

"Yes that's true, but I can tell you that we were still sexually active right
up until the night he died. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why he lived
so long. True, he wasn't as energetic as when he was younger, but we still had
sex at least three days a week. Some nights I would take his clothes off and
carry him to bed. I'd get naked, climb in between his legs and either give him
a slow, sensual, hand job or take him into my mouth and caress him with my
tongue until he was on the verge of cumming. His orgasms were not as intense
as before; he didn't shoot cum a couple of feet into the air. Now, when he
came, it just sort of oozed out of his cock and then I'd make sure to clean
him really well before crawling up next to him and cuddling him as he fell
asleep. Usually once a week, I'd get him hard and then climb aboard, riding
him ever-so-gently, until we couldn't take it any longer. That's how we made
love the night that he died. Afterwards, he fell asleep and I held him. I felt
his breathing getting slower and slower, then he seemed to shutter, exhale and
it was all over."

Eve was quiet after she finished speaking, so I said, "I think now would be a
good time to take a break, don't you?"

Chapter Eleven:

We adjourned to her bedroom, where she demonstrated all the various ways that
she and Garret had made love. Temporarily sated, we returned to the living
room where Eve continued her story.

"I was devastated after I lost Garret. For the first couple of years I spent
most of my time at the high country ranch, letting the ranch hands bring the
herds down to the Valley for the winter. In the isolation of the snowed-in
ranch I had a lot of time to think and to contemplate the long remainder of my
life. I swore to myself that I would never get close to another human again.

"The beginning of World War II brought me out of the funk that I was in. Men
were going off to war; women were working in factories to support the war
effort, and everything was rationed; all for the noble cause of defeating
Hitler and the Emperor. In anticipation of entering the war in Europe, the
government began to acquire large tracts of land to construct military bases
and airfields. There were fourteen military airfields built here during the
war. In Tucson, they built a major air base to train bomber pilots and
bombardiers; near Phoenix, Del Webb Construction built Luke Air Base, which
would become the largest fighter training base in the world. Major
corporations came to the state, building manufacturing plants supporting the
military. Later during the war, the government also built two large internment
camps for the Japanese Americans that lived along the West Coast, and several
prisoner of war camps holding mostly enemy soldiers captured in Europe.

"I took a job at the Goodyear Aircraft Corporation loading parts for combat
aircraft onto railcars destined for the West Coast and eventual shipment to
aircraft manufacturers in California and air bases in the Pacific. My boss
laughed when I asked for the job."

'That's no job for a pretty young lady like you. Maybe we can find you a
clerical job, or maybe some place on the assembly line.'

"When I insisted that I was more than capable of loading boxes onto a pallet
and hauling the pallet to the loading dock and onto a freight car, he just
smiled at me saying, 'Alright, if you insist. But don't come crying to me
later telling me that you can't take it.'

"He stopped laughing at the end of the day, when he tallied the output of the
factory that had been loaded that day and discovered that I had loaded nearly
twice as many boxes of parts as my nearest male coworker. I could have loaded
a lot more but I didn't think it would be wise to carry, three one-hundred
pound boxes at a time.

"I worked in that plant until the end of the war; then without the war to
motivate me, I quit my job and settle back into the life of a financially
independent recluse. Only this time I chose to live at the Valley ranch, in
what is now Scottsdale.

"After the war, the towns of Phoenix, Mesa, and Tucson experienced a major
increase in their populations when service-men returned from overseas and
settled near the bases where they were stationed. There was a shortage of
housing in the area. Builders, like Del Webb and John Shea, began construction
of large tracts of single family homes in an effort to take advantage of this
GI Bill-funded demand.

"It was during this boom time that I began to get letters inquiring about the
availability of several large parcels of land that I owned in Phoenix. At
first I sent out letters telling them that the land was unavailable at the
present time. But one builder was very persistent and, after several more
letters and two phone calls, he showed up on my front porch one Sunday
afternoon. He was a good looking young man; about six feet tall, lean, with
broad shoulders and callused hands, a man who was no stranger to hard work.
But his most appealing features were his warm friendly smile, his smooth as
silk southern drawl, and his piercing blue eyes, the color of the Arizona sky
in the summer. His name was Colin Marshall.

'Be careful,' I thought to myself, 'this boy can charm you out of everything
you own.'

"Intrigued, I invited him to take a seat on the front porch and went inside to
get us a couple of glasses of iced tea. When I returned he told me his story.
He'd been stationed at Luke and fell in love with the Valley. He was
originally from Alabama, had moved to the state of Washington, and was
convinced that here in Arizona we had as many sunny days as they had rainy
ones. He then was sent to fly fighters in the South Pacific, first at Midway,
then Guam, then Guadalcanal, and then Manila. After four years of flying,
fighting and fear, he was only too happy that the war ended. He returned to
Phoenix and got a job as a laborer with one of the large builders. For the
next two years he learned everything he could about home construction. He
spent as much time asking questions as he did hauling lumber, cement and
construction debris.

"He lived frugally, saving his money to start his own company. He also went to
night school, getting an associate's degree in business management. The first
year after going out on his own he bought two lots and put up two starter
homes. A year later he bought a small tract of land and built twelve houses.
Now he was looking to buy a large tract that he could build on for years to
come. This is what brought him to my door."

'I want to build a project similar to the one William Levitt is currently
building on Long Island. I want to use an assembly-line process, building
thousands of similar or identical homes, which will be easily built and
inexpensive for veterans to buy. By building the same house over and over
again, I'll be able to control my costs and still build a quality starter
home. But I need your land to fulfil my dream.'

' I said, Colin, I'm not sure I want to sell my land. My late husband bought
that land so I would have something to fall back on in my old age."

'Well, if you sell the land to me I'll pay you top dollar and you can invest
that money any way you want to make even more.'

'I don't know. Well, how about this,' I said with a glint in my eye. 'Why
don't we make this into a bit of a contest? We'll arm wrestle for the right to
own the land. If you win I'll sell the land to you.'

'And what do you get if you win?'

'You.'

"I rolled up the sleeves of my cotton shirt and placed my arm on the table.
Hesitantly he did the same, silently comparing our arms, and judging that he
was much stronger than a mere woman. I gave him the advantage of allowing him
to count down to the start. At the count of three he applied a great deal of
pressure, trying to end it quickly. I let him slowly force my arm down to
within several inches of the table, and then held my arm stationary. I was
staring into those gorgeous blue eyes as his arm began to quiver and he
strained to move my arm the last couple of inches. I enjoyed the shock in his
eyes as I slowly but steadily began to bring my arm upright and then began to
force his arm down to the table. With the last four inches to go I paused
momentarily, smiled and blew him a kiss, and then slammed his arm down to the
table."

'I believe I won,' I said. Then I reached over the table, picking him up and
dropping him over my shoulder. I headed into the house and down the hall to my
bedroom. I'd been celibate for nearly ten years and the thought of taking this
fine young stud for my own was just too much for me to control. I tossed him
on the bed and began to strip off my shirt and jeans."

'You'd better get out of those clothes before I'm done with mine; if I have to
take them off for you I can guarantee you that there won't be anything left
for you to put back on.'

"I kept him busy that whole afternoon and well into the night before I was
finally sated. When he finally awoke I made him an offer that he couldn't
refuse. "

'I'm not going to sell you my land. However, if we were married, you'd have
the availability of not only that parcel of land but all my land including
this ranch. I don't expect you to answer now why don't you sleep on it, either
here or back at your place. Get back to me in a couple days with your answer.
Just don't wait too long; my offer will not be on the table forever. '

"To my surprise, he reached up and pulled my head down into a passionate
kiss."

'I don't have to think it over; you are the most beautiful, exciting, and
passionate woman I've ever met. I just hope I am man enough to satisfy you.'

'I have one more thing that I want you to consider before I accept your
answer. I'm not human ... .'

"I told him my whole story. I explained why I was so strong and how old I
really was. I also told him that, at two hundred years of age I was still a
young woman. He sat quietly, contemplating everything I had told him. Finally,
he began to speak."

'I've only recently returned from war. I've witnessed firsthand the evils that
man can heap onto man and have heard stories of even worse. Maybe it's time
for life on this planet to be influenced by more civilized beings. Maybe
someday you will be that influence. It would be an honor to have even a small
part in that. Now come down here and hold me; I have to get up early so I can
get home, change, and get on to the job site; I'm expecting a delivery of
lumber tomorrow.'

"After several weeks of "dating" Colin and I were married in a simple ceremony
at his parents' church of in Montgomery. We went to the Caribbean on our
honeymoon and, upon our return to Arizona, we moved into my house in
Scottsdale. I was not a stay-at-home wife. As much as I could, without raising
any questions from his crew, I joined Colin on the job site as a
laborer/go-fer; getting coffee, humping cinderblocks, roof tiles and lumber to
the craftsmen as needed. After work, we'd return home, shower, sometimes
together, go out for dinner and then return home, Colin to his office to do
paperwork and me to do house work and laundry. It was a simple life and I
loved it.

"Over the next ten years, we built three different developments in the Phoenix
area and made a lot of money. By 1958, things in Phoenix began to change
dramatically. Del Webb opened his Sun City Retirement Village for Active
Adults, and almost overnight the area became the place to go for seniors
wishing to escape the cold and snow of the North for the Sun and Fun in the
Valley. Colin wanted his next project to be a walled private community, not
exclusively for seniors, but instead for active adults after raising their
families. The houses would be bigger, with more amenities, a community center
and a golf course. He wanted to use the Scottsdale Ranch for this project,
which meant that we'd have to move.

"And that's when you built this house," I injected.

"That's correct. We bought this land in Fountain Hills for a future project of
luxury homes. Colin planned to build those after the Ranch project.
Unfortunately Colin never got to complete it. He built this house for us on
the highest buildable lot and left the lower lots empty."

"The Marshall Ranch project took over a year to design and get approved and
then an additional six years to complete. During that time Colin was stricken
with lung cancer. At first, he worked between treatments, supervising the
project until its completion. Afterwards, we sold off the Fountain Hills lots
to individuals wanting to build houses for themselves, or to small builders
trying to break into the luxury house market.

"I watched helplessly as Colin slowly wasted away, a victim of that dreadful
disease. It was more heartbreaking knowing that even with having only a
fraction of the medical knowledge that my race had obtained, cancer and most
other earthly diseases could be eradicated. He died a little over two years
ago.

"Well, that's it; that's my story. Do you think it's interesting enough for
people to want to read it?"

"I know it's more than interesting enough; now I just have to be able to write
it well enough to get it published. Are you absolutely sure you want that?"

I spent the better part of the next week writing and re-writing Eve's story.
After allowing Eve to read it, I sent the final draft to my editor. It only
took her a couple of days to get back to me.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news first?"

"Give me the bad news."

"The bad news is that I can't get any of your usual publications to take it.
The good news, however, is that I think you have finally got your first novel.
It just needs a little more fleshing out in some areas. Congratulations."

The 'fleshing out' process took Eve and I another month, but in the end I had
a novel that I was really proud of, and Eve got to tell her story.

Epilogue:

That was nearly thirty years ago. 'An Interview with an Alien' climbed
steadily up the New York Times bestseller list, ultimately spending five weeks
at number one. Hollywood bought the movie rights and produced an original
movie and two sequels, on which I had the opportunity to serve as consultant.
Unexpectedly, Eve became the heroine of a hit series of children's books,
which featured Eve telling the story of the history of our nation as an
eyewitness to many of its most important events.

Needless to say, we became extremely wealthy from the book royalties, the sale
of the movie rights, and the merchandising of Eve herself. We established a
charitable foundation, donating all of my income- producing assets, to provide
funding for various women's causes. Eve and I both work for the foundation,
but only I draw a paycheck. Although we've been able to tell her story, Eve
must still hide her existence, even if it's in plain sight. She's a woman with
no beginning and, hopefully, an ending which is far into the future.

To the outside world, she's my thirty year-old daughter. In public, she treats
me as any loving daughter would treat her doting father. But when we return to
our home, she turns into my seductive temptress, nightly using and abusing my
sixty-five year old body. Although I've been able to keep myself in pretty
good shape, I don't kid myself into thinking that I can keep up this pace
indefinitely. I've tried to talk Eve into going out with people her own
apparent age; but she always comes back with, 'What am I going to do with a
275 year old guy?'

We're coming up on the Twenty-first Century. Computers are everywhere and have
invaded every facet of our lives. Someday soon, I am going to have to
establish an identity for Eve. When she inherits everything that I own or gets
paid from the Foundation, or gets married after I'm gone, she'll have to get
on the grid. Gone are the days that she can hide her wealth from the
government. Maybe, we won't have to if Y2K turns out to be the computing
disaster that every body's predicting. We'll just have to wait and see.

THE END

Thank you as always for reading my stories. I really enjoy getting your
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me.

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Submissive Romantic - submissiveromanticone@gmail.com