The Whore and Me

"Wait five minutes then send them back. Ask them if they enjoy science fiction movies like ET, Close Encounter and such and note their replies. Thanks.

Trish and I cleaned ourselves up and began work.

Eliminating possibilities was easy, they were racist and/or patriots. Accepting the possibles was also easy. They dreamed of going into space and meeting other creatures. A few added "and killing them" to that statement immediately eliminating them from consideration.

The largest group however we put in the undecided category and gave them another appointment. As the weeks went by some of those names vanished from the calendar and new names appeared.

We attended a reception at the dance club on the third floor of the town entertainment building and saw the introductory phase of the meeting of aliens and humans. Many had already suspected the aliens were among them and were happy to have confirmation. I few were very skeptical but watching friends hug and kiss them got them past that. A few saw them as interesting specimens but did not see them as people. We made appointment with them for the next day.

Three of those men were hypnotized into believing they had gone to a cast party for a movie. One was married but his wife saw the truth and was given the choice of Colorado with her husband or staying in town. She chose to stay before she learned of the catastrophe.

With one week left we had nearly four hundred people mingling with aliens. At times there had been as many as thirty aliens in town. There were now just four. Nearly three hundred people had already left town for better paying jobs elsewhere. A bad forecast for a hurricanes path had evacuated all that were left.

The aliens freely walked around in town assuring everyone the rescue ship would come. Rains from the outer bands of the storm had come ashore before the three ships arrived. One was taking supplies for every restaurant and the one grocery store. The spotlight factory had been storing food for months in what was by then a liquid hydrogen cooled warehouse.

Each restaurant had tripled every order for supplies over the last five months and each had a stash to last them three years. They understood that would not carry them through a possible ten years but they had already come up with a plan to be open on alternate days. There were also supply ships headed towards where their new town would be.

When we got to our new home we noticed it was home. Those that took two lefts and a right to get to work still took two lefts and a right. However every one that loved driving their SUV down the streets had to settle with a small electric car. There were a few of those with a loading bed but they were still electric cars. Trish and I loved ours. There was not one drop of gasoline on the island.

We were amused to hear about the great tragedy that had befallen our town; the hurricane had removed every sign of our existence.

Our offices looked the same and the downtown street looked the same. Most of our clients were now those who regretted leaving friends behind. The ban on housecats bothered a few and the twenty-pound weight limit on dogs bothered some. Trish and I were busy but nothing was major.

We now had a train to take us to the rest of the island; electric cars did not have the power to climb the mountain. We could however drive our cars all around the island by the coast and visit the other coastal communities. All of those were smaller than our town with many fewer amenities than ours. We took trains to the other towns and learned that the only city bigger than ours was the capital.

The number of aliens in town soon jumped and our little town was again suddenly busy with tourists except most were from other planets. The spaceport was on one the outer island inside our bay so all aliens came through our town first.

We also had new residents from other parts of the world. One extended Chinese family made their home with us and opened a large Chinese restaurant. A large tourist agency was formed that included one alien resident from each planet of our visitors. They moved into neighborhoods just like ours. In fact we ended up with Akkad neighbors. The ladies were sweet and polite and loved Trish's pussy.

Yes it was stressful for us when the bombardment started but Trish and I accommodated everyone that needed us. She was now also a counselor and referred the more needful patients to me. Fewer than half her patients needed to come to me.

We suddenly noticed that we were now sixty years old but looked and acted as if we were barely in our forties. We looked around and saw all our friends had seemingly stopped aging.

I said to Trish, "Well it looks to me you can still have time for the two tall redheads if you want them."

"I will start working on that tomorrow."

The sun came out after a couple of big scares and shortly afterward we began to bring survivors to our island. Some had decided to settle in our town and Trish and I were very busy with them for a while. The xenophobic among them were moved to other towns, our town now had over fifty full time alien residents.

The Emperor came and we were praised for our spirit and friendliness. Everyone seemed to love him; it was he that had ordered our island shelter to be built. We learned that the impetus for his concern for us began with Clara. Trish cried when she heard that.

Twenty years later the Emperor retired to our town. We became good friends.

Good times.