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wolfie-sniff thing.  He stared at my window.  Then he shook his head and said something. 
     
    I knew they were about to come in, that they would force their way into our shelter.  They would rape me and kill Mom, who is well beyond childbearing age and of no use to them.  Then they would take me away to be their breeding slave.  You cannot imagine how relieved I was when they started away, continuing their patrol down the street.
     
    I watched until I couldn't see them anymore.  I swore up and down if we never bathed again it would be perfectly fine.  I am not going back to the river.  I didn't even put the pails outside when it started to rain.  I don't care if I never leave this house again, even if it means starving.
     
     
    August 23
     
    I am so freaked out.  The Kalquorians know we’re here.  I just can’t figure out why they haven’t forced me to go with them since I’m childbearing age.
     
    Mom and I woke this morning to find a container full of food and a vid message recorder on the dining room table.  I nearly shit myself when I saw that stuff.  I didn’t want to touch any of it.  Someone had found us.  Someone had come in the house while we were asleep. 
     
    So I’m standing there, shaking all over, staring at this stuff like it’s a sack full of rattlesnakes.  Mom was herself for a change, which meant she was pissy.  “Stop being such a baby, Shalia.  We need to know what’s going on.”  She marched over and switched the recorder to play.
     
    A vid appeared in front of us, a full size recording of that Kalquorian I’d thought of as the squad leader who was roaming the street yesterday.  The one with the straight hair in the ponytail?  Yep, there he suddenly stood, freaking looming over me and Mom.  Damn, that bastard is big.  I only come up about chest high to him.  Most shocking of all, his image wore a gentle smile.  He was actually handsome with that expression on his face.  His face was smooth, looking like he was in his early to mid 20’s.  From what I understand, Kalquorians live past the two-century mark.  I have no idea how old he actually might be.  He even had an innocence about him, like life hadn’t had the opportunity to mark him yet.
     
    I won’t even discuss how his body looked.  Seeing him from a distance in that skintight bodysuit hadn’t prepared me for what he looked like up close.  Muscles, muscles, muscles.  His groin was even more impressive than I’d initially thought.  Yes, I looked at that.  How could I miss it?  The guy looked like he was smuggling an anaconda.  Good grief.  Despite not having the best of experiences with men and sex, I couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like naked.  Maybe it was that boyish expression on his face, the total lack of guile.  I’m not sure.  I don’t even know why I’m writing all this down.  What a freak I am.
     
    Anyway, the recording plays.  Mr. Alien says, “Greetings, Mataras.  I am Dramok Dusa, a scout with the Kalquorian rescue mission based out of your law training facility.  We have established a rescue and aid center within the boundaries of the training academy.”
     
    “It is with great sadness that I report that all Earthers must evacuate your planet.  You are no doubt aware of the explosions, known to you as Armageddon.  These were caused by nuclear devices beneath your major cities and triggered by the Kalquorian entrance into your atmosphere through the Bermuda Triangle vortex.  Because of this event, Earth will be uninhabitable in approximately two years.  It is vital we get you onto an Earther colony of your choice or to Kalquor to save your lives.”
     
    “We realize you may be hesitant to accept our offer of rescue.  I will visit you again in five days to discuss any concerns you may have.  In the meantime, please accept the food and clean water I have left for you.  You should not be drinking water from the nearby river as our tests have shown it