Alien Proliferation

Saguaro International, conference table at C.I.A. headquarters, limo in Vegas, taxi in Montreal, cave in the Grand Canyon, top of the Empire State Building, and in every aircraft type we have at Area Fifty-One, though always safely on the ground.”
    “You forgot that side street in the French Quarter,” Walker said.
    “And in the back of that rib joint in Saint Louis,” Randy said. “Food there was great, too.”
    “Oh, and inside Big Ben,” Joe added. “Can’t forget that.
    “Meat locker in Texas,” Hughes offered. “I get my steaks well done now.”
    “Made me want mine rare, for some reason,” Jerry said with a wide grin.
    “You forgot the head in the Russian whaling vessel.” Michael shook his head. “That was a fun vacation. I’m still making money from the pictures.”
    “Locker room for the Arizona Diamondbacks,” Tito added. “A little further along during pregnancy than I’d have recommended, too. For the location, I mean.”
    “It was a really good game. Geez, thanks for the listing, guys. I’d like to mention, again, that we were never in a huge ballroom.”
    “We’ll give you time.” White shook his head. “The guest bathrooms are through that door and to the right. Perhaps you two could take another minute or so and put your clothes on correctly? Oh, and, I’m sorry, Miss Gaultier, but I believe these are yours.” He handed Amy a pair of lacy panties.
    She grabbed them and ran for the bathroom.
    “I think I’ll go help her.” I went to Christopher and pulled Amy’s bra out of his pants. It matched the panties. He shot patented Glared #3 at me. “I’ll find out if the Earth moved for her or if you need to get tips from Jeff or your dad.”
    With that I ran at hyperspeed for the bathroom.

 
    CHAPTER 71
     
    “K ITTY!” CHRISTOPHER WAS right behind me.
    “Can’t come in the girls’ room when there’s two of us here!”
    “I need my own shoes.”
    I stopped running. “Oh. Okay. Give me Amy’s, I’ll get yours.”
    “You did it in my dad’s office?” He handed me the shoes.
    I coughed. “More than once.”
    Christopher shook his head. “Unreal.” He shot me a worried look. “You don’t think she’ll be too embarrassed to come out, do you?”
    “Oh, she’ll be fine. I’ll handle it.”
    He nodded and stood there, looking really nervous. “I think she likes me.”
    I managed not to snort too loudly. “I think she’s crazy about you. You don’t seriously think Amy gets down and dirty with every guy she meets, do you?”
    “Well, no, but . . . I’ve never dated a human girl.” I raised my eyebrow. “You don’t count.”
    “Humph. But, true. Hang on.” I opened the bathroom door. “Ames, I need Christopher’s shoes.” They flew out. “Thanks.” I tossed hers in and shut the door. “Look, go get properly dressed. Jeff and I will wait for you guys, and I’ll have him send everyone else on, okay?”
    Jeff strolled up and handed Jamie to me. “Already handled.” He kissed me and gave me the Snugli. Then he grinned and put his arm around Christopher’s shoulders. “Let me explain the human female to you.”
    “Oh, please.” Jeff winked at me. I laughed and went into the bathroom. “Ames, no worries, it’s just the four and a half of us here; everyone else is on their way to Dulce.”
    She was still blushing. “Everyone thinks I’m a slut, don’t they?”
    “I think I have that title sewn up, at least per your late and very unlamented father.”
    “Is your mom mad at me?”
    I snorted, big time. “Uh, no. She was having fun. She really does think of you as one of her other daughters.”
    “That would make her more mad with me, then.” Amy still looked worried.
    “Hardly. Ames, she wanted me to marry Christopher when I first hooked up with this crew. She adores him. So, good choice.”
    Amy gave me a sidelong look. “Did you sleep with him?”
    “Geez. I see my reputation precedes.”
    “He’s your type.”
    “Was. Was my type. Brian was, too, and I haven’t banged him since senior year.”
    “You slept with Chuck.”
    “Good lord, who sent the group memo?”
    Her turn to snort. “Uh, you said it was the best vacation of your life. For you, that meant killer sex for at least fifteen out of every twenty-four hours.”
    “Yeah, yeah, fine. Until Jeff, yeah, Chuckie was the best. By far.”
    “And you didn’t marry him.”
    “Had he asked before I’d met Jeff, I’d have said yes.” And, of course, if I’d