The Visitor: Alien Hunger Special Edition Read Free

enough she could’ve
made like Lady Godiva and nobody would’ve known if she was
completely naked! If she felt uncomfortable, she reasoned, she
could just leave her hair down and hide behind it. The jeans
weren’t tight anymore—at least not too tight to breathe or sit
down. They created a slight ‘muffin’ top around the waist, but she
decided the shirt hid that well enough.
    It was just ‘hens’ at this party
anyway, she reminded herself, promising herself she’d choke her
sister to death if she discovered she’d slipped in another eligible
bachelor. Grabbing something to tie her hair back if she decided to
once it dried, she stuffed it in her purse, slipped her feet into a
pair of thong sandals and dashed out of her apartment.
    The damned car wouldn’t
start!
    After banging her forehead
on the steering wheel a couple of times, Chelsey debated whether
she even wanted to try to make the damned party! Finally, deciding Marla was going
to be pissed off if she didn’t, she pressed the catch release on
the hood and the trunk and got out. Grabbing a screw driver from
the trunk, she went around and lifted the hood to stare blankly at
the engine.
    If it was the engine, she was just
screwed! Focusing on the battery, she hammered at the connections
with the handle end of the screw driver and went back to try the
starter. The starter groaned, sending a flash of excitement through
her, but the engine didn’t catch. Deciding, maybe, it was just the
corrosion, she went back inside her apartment and mixed up a pot
full of water and soda.
    A spark flew off the battery when she
hit it with the screw driver again, scaring the shit out of her.
Shaken, she went back and tried to start the car again. Thankfully,
it started.
    She was still jittery over the near
mishap and the problem starting the car when she arrived, but it at
least distracted her from her anxiety about the party
itself!
    Marla looked her over and frowned when
she arrived and Chelsey’s self-confidence took a nosedive. “What in
the world have you been doing?”
    Chelsey shrugged. “The car wouldn’t
start.”
    Shaking her head, Marla grabbed her
and marched her through the living room and into her spare bedroom.
“Clean up and change. It’s a damned good thing I told you to get
here by 6:30! I knew you’d be late!”

Chapter Two
    Wondering what she was supposed to
change in to, Chelsey headed into the adjoining bath to see what
the problem was.
    “ Shit!” she exclaimed the
moment she saw her reflection. How the hell had she managed to get
black grease on herself?
    Her hands told the story! The damned
screwdriver must have had grease all over it! Releasing an
irritated huff, she scrubbed her hands and then cleaned the smears
off of her nose and forehead. She’d also spattered her clothes when
she’d poured the soda over the battery, she discovered. Using a
damp cloth, she brushed at the spots in the hope of removing them
and finally gave up.
    Fortunately, she discovered she’d left
a few things when she moved out of her sister’s house and into her
apartment—probably in the laundry.
    Actually, she hadn’t ‘forgotten’ them
or overlooked them, she recalled when she’d picked them up to
examine them. It was some of the things Marla had bought to ‘cheer’
her up—way too risqué to her mind and too young for a woman her age
if it came to that. She was a teacher, for god’s sake! She couldn’t
be seen in public in this sort of thing!
    Marla brought her a mixed drink. “I
was thinking about that one,” she said, pointing at it as Chelsey
took the drink.
    It was a halter top similar to the one
she was wearing … except it had a looped cutout in the front that
exposed most of her boobs. “I didn’t put on a bra.”
    “ You shouldn’t wear a bra
with sort of thing anyway,” Marla said dryly.
    “ My boobs will fall
out!”
    Marla shrugged. “So? Shove them back
in. There isn’t anybody coming except a few of the
girls.”
    “ Don?”