R E M E M B E R M E

B y L a s t l e g o l i f e

Patrick picked up his car keys from the table and snatched his coat up along with a decorated
package from the counter. Jumbling the three objects, he locked the door to his apartment and
hurried off to his car. It wasn't the most impressive thing in the world, but it ran and had good
milage for a seven year old.

He pulled out of the parking lot and headed for city the limits. He couldn't believe how late he
was going to be. He'd made plans to leave work early but, like always, one of his superiors had
something for him to do. No one ever complained to him about working late, or getting home in
time for supper. There WAS no one. There used to be a dog. Patrick buried him about a month
ago.

Since his late pet, he hadn't had any company over unless it was family. Even before that, there
were no parties, no women, not even bar visits. Of course there was an occasional beer or two,
but Patrick wasn't a heavy drinker. He had friends, but barely went with them to public places.
Sometimes they'd invite him to clubs with their girlfriends. It was he they always had to find a
date for. It wasn't like he wasn't looking for girl. There seemed to be a shortage on good women
wherever he went and the best girls were already taken. The leftovers were just the usual junky
whores or beautiful fools. Absolutely not Patrick's taste.

Recently, he'd got a phone call from his cousin about a birthday party. The oldest known member
of the family was turning eighty-two today and he couldn't miss it. It wasn't like he had anything
else planned.

Soon the busy roads trickled down to one car every few miles. The buildings on either side of the
street turned into seemingly endless fields of grass and grains. Patrick turned down a dirt road that
led to a small house and barn. Cars were parked everywhere along the edge of the grass. Family
members were walking in and out the well lit barn. Soft country music echoed from the large
wooden structure.

Patrick parked in good spot and got out of the car with the present. He walked up to the open
doors and looked around. There were long benches stacked with various foods that the family
brought to make the occasion special for Auntie Mai. He found Mai sitting at one of the tables
with a plate of soft food chilling in front of her. Other family members sat around her talking
amongst themselves, asking her a question once in a while.

Patrick went to his old aunt a kissed her wrinkled forehead. She looked up at him through thick-
rimmed glasses and smiled. Her eyes weren't as good as they used to be but she could still tell
who it was.

"Happy Birthday, Auntie Mai." He said and set the present down before her.

"Ah Patty, my favorite nephew." She said and thanked him. "Children yet?"

"Not yet, Auntie. I'm working on it." He said. He hated when people reminded him of that but he
couldn't show it. Not here.

"Well, do not worry." She took his hand and patted it encouragingly. "She will come. And when
she does, she will have many babies like your grandmother did back in the baby boom. Late
bloomers always have the best luck."

The old woman shook his hand and turned back to the table.

Patrick turned and walked away. One thing about a family get-together is that it is impossible to
walk around without being noticed. On the way to the food table, he ran into his uncles and
friends of the family. A six second walk took him twenty minutes. After retrieving what he wanted
from the selection, he found a seat next to his favorite two cousins. Patrick felt more comfortable
with them than anyone else he knew, mainly because they thought and acted alike. But, as usual,
they had more success then he did but they weren't asses about it nor treated him indifferently.
They stayed the same old sarcastic antagonists of society.

The sky turned yellow, then orange with a hint of red. The sun nestled behind the mountains, it's
rays still illuminating the sky and still the party went on. The moon took its place overheard, and
the stars flickered on like light bulbs.

Finally, the children started to tire and fall asleep in the haystacks. Eyes began to droop and grow
heavy. Most of the food was gone and the songs had been repeated over six times. One of
Patrick's nieces took her boyfriend and left. Soon, more started to follow. Patrick was one of the
last to leave. He said farewell to a few of his closer family members before heading out to his car.
Earlier, he'd offered to take his mother home but she wanted to stay behind with a few others to
clean the mess. Typical.

Patrick stretched and yawned before getting into his car and heading home. He tried to
concentrate on the empty stretch of road ahead of him. He was so sleepy that he debated on
pulling to the side of the road to take a snooze.

Nah, serial killers hang around these parts.

Patrick drove on, tuning the radio to fast music to help keep him awake. He thought of counting
cars, but there were none. He noticed how beautiful the night looked from the country side. There
weren't that many stars in the city. The air was clean too. Taking a deep breath back home led to
bronchitis, strep throat, and who knows what else.

He glanced to the left of the sky briefly, then looked again. One of the bigger stars was moving
across the sky, too slow to be a shooting star. The radio started to break up. He switched it off
and watched it to see where it would go. The star curved downward toward the road and kept
coming. Fascinated by the sight, he did not notice it was coming straight towards him. As it got
closer, he realized it wasn't a star at all.

The object whooshed passed the front of his car. The sonic boom left a hail of flying debris and a
powerful wind. Patrick panicked and swerved to keep control of the car.

The glass shattered.

The car did a 360 degree spin and came to a halt on the side of the road. Breathing heavily,
Patrick gripped the steering wheel til his knuckles turned white. His heart was pounding hard in
his chest that he could feel the vibrations thundering through his entire body. Touching his
forehead, he realized he was cut. The wound was slowly started to bleed. Wiping it away with his
sleeve, he got out of the car and stood on shaky legs. He paused in mid-breath as he turned to
look at the field. The falling star left a trail of smoldering grain from one side of the street to the
other where it lay.

Cautiously, Patrick approached the object. His senses told him to leave enough distance between
himself and it incase something bad happened. He examined it closely. As much as he wanted to
think otherwise, it looked as if it were a space ship. The narrow door on the side was open.

Curiously, he moved closer to see if he could see inside. The interior was pitch black and he could
make out nothing. Looking around, he stepped up to the space craft and touched it. The metal
was warm but not scolding. Seconds later, the door closed with a beeping sound. Patrick jumped
back and started to back up. Turning, he came face to face with another being.

Startled, the twenty-five year old screamed and fell back. He calmed down quickly as stared into
the eyes of a young woman. At least, she "looked" like a woman. She wore white and purple
robes that looked like clothes from the Roman era. Her brown hair was pulled back and tied into a
unique braid that fell behind her head. Ornaments and jewels on her arms and hair added to her
beauty.

She watched at him, studying him. Patrick didn't know what to do. He just stared at her, a bit
scared but intrigued by her appearance. The pain is his forehead caused him to wince and press
two fingers to his temple.

The young woman opened her hand to reveal a glowing rock. The rock hovered just above her
hand. She floated toward him. A bit frightened, Patrick scooted away but she caught up to him
easily. He remained completely still as she raised her free hand over his injury. He felt a tingling
sensation then the pain subsided. The young woman stood and backed away from him.

Patrick touched his head. The cut was gone as well as the blood. Captivated, he looked at her and
stood. She watched his every move in silence.

"So, you aren't going to hurt me then?" He asked.

She only shook her head.

"That's a good thing." He paused, thinking of something to say. He held out his hand. "I'm
Patrick Wildhack."

She looked at his hand, then tilted her head to the side slightly in question.

Patrick put his hand down. "Okay. What do they call you where you come from?"

The young woman did not answer and put her hand to his lips. Her throat and forehead started to
glow. Patrick debated on pulling away. Moments later, she released him.

"I am called Bynokohirishawa when translated into your language. But you may call me Kohiri."
She spoke with a soft voice.

Patrick blinked, eyes wide. "O-kay."

"You are a good human. Perhaps you could help me."

"Good human? Help with what?" He looked at her strangely.

"Yes, good human. Here is not the place for discussion. We must go indoors." She floated passed
him and went to the closed door on the side of the ship.

"Wait! I'm sorry. But I'm not sure I can trust you. How do I know you're not one of those man-
eating cre- uh people?"

"Humans are not a part of my people's diet but we do eat similar vegetation and some small
animals for protein." She looked into his eyes. "You are thinking that this is not my natural form.
Our two species are oddly similar in nearly every way including appearance. You have nothing to
fear good human."

"It's Patrick." he corrected her.

"Are you coming Patrick?"

He hesitated and stepped forward. Kohiri put the rock away and took his hand. The narrow door
opened. She led him into the darkness of the ship. Her body started to disappear as she passed
through it. His hand went in first and vanished. He was a bit disturbed but he could still feel her
gentle fingers holding his wrist. Patrick shut his eyes and followed her in.

Instead of the cold interior of a space ship, Patrick found himself in an alternate dimension. There
was nothing, no floor, no walls, no ceiling, and no sign of home. Patrick felt as if though he were
falling and freaked. Kohiri only studied him.

"I'll create a setting for you, so that you will feel more comfortable."

A transparent computer panel appeared in front of her. She pressed a few buttons and the
atmosphere around them changed. The floor was a plush red and the walls were decorated with
red scarfs and drapes. Patrick immediately calmed down.

"That's better I take it." Kohiri replied.

"What is all this?" He asked.

"We're inside the "space ship," believe it or not. In some ways my species is more advanced then
your own and vice versa. Such as the ability to use the inaccessible parts of your brain whereas
your race has little knowledge on the non-material components of the human body."

"Oh yeah. Well, I don't remember it being this big from the outside." Patrick didn't know what
she was talking about and didn't care.. He looked around. "This is cool."

"I used data from your memory to create this setting for you. Do you find it fitting?"

"Yeah, great taste." He turned back to her. "What was it that you need help on?"

"My race is in dire need of help. We are at war and our population will fade within the next
hundred years. Our efforts to maintain our numbers is effective but a slow process. Myself and
four others were sent on a mission to travel through space and find new and quicker methods for
increasing our population."

"Whoa! Slow down. You mean you came all the way here to me for help? Like I know anything.
What is this slow process by the way?"

"I believe the closest thing you have to it is called artificial insemination, except the ova and the
sperm are put together in incubators for fourteen months when the baby is ready to be taken care
of by it's parents."

"Incubators huh? Where's the fun in that?" Patrick smirked.

Kohiri didn't understand what he meant, but did not question it. "I haven't studied human
reproduction but I do know your numbers are great because of it. Do you mind telling me what
this method is?"

If Patrick were drinking water now, he would've spit it out. "Tell you? Uh . . . er . . . well, it's not
that easy to explain . . ."

He felt as if though he were talking to a six year old that had just asked where babies come from.
He scratched his head and dug his heel into the ground.

"If it is so difficult, then perhaps you can demonstrate for me." He gave her a strange look but she
didn't understand it. "I took an oath and agreed to take any means necessary to completing my
mission."

Patrick couldn't believe what she was asking him to do. His good senses told him no, but his
loneliness did everything to convince him to think otherwise. She WAS beautiful, curves in all the
right places, nice round shoulders, not too bony, a bust line that rocked and pretty face to go with
it. Her lips were pink and pout, but not too pout. She had a small nose and big brown eyes. Her
hair looked soft. He was tempted to touch it.

Kohiri looked at her body, wondering if something was wrong with it. He stared her up and
down, even leaning to the side to get a better angle.

"Something wrong?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Nope. It's all beautiful."

"So you will help me?"

Patrick nodded. "On Earth, we call human reproduction one of two things: making love or sex.
How you define either word is your own choice."

"Oh," Kohiri said. "Shall we start?"

Right now? Just like that?

". . . yeah, but first we have to uh . . . . get naked . . ."

"Naked? This sex you speak of has to be done in the nude?"

"Not really, but it's more fun naked. Trust me."

She didn't seem outraged by it, just a bit nervous. "All right. I need to prepare first. My race
doesn't find nakedness very enticing or necessary. I don't understand humans at all."

"You will."

She floated away from him. The room changed to a candle lit bedroom with a large bed. Kohiri
was no longer in her robes. Instead she wore a white cloak. Her head was turned away from him
for Patrick was standing before her, stripped of his clothes.

Gathering her composure, she dropped the cloak. Patrick stared at the vital portions of her body
needed for their exercise. Her breasts weren't saggy. They looked firm and mouth-watering. Her
pubic hair was short and frizzy, all from misuse. He couldn't understand how such a supreme race
not know how to use such magnificent organs God gave them.

He did know and he didn't care. He was about to score.

Kohiri floated over to him. "Come Patrick."

He led her to the bedside and beckoned for her to sit down. He kneeled before her. "Okay, I'm
going to do a lot of stuff to you that may feel strange and may even hurt since it's your first time.
But you'll get used to it. Just go along with the flow and it'll be great. Here it goes!"

Patrick held onto her hips and buried his face into her furry cunt. Kohiri hadn't been expecting it
and shuddered under his touch. Parting her labia with his tongue, he found her clitoris nestled in
between the folds of the minora. He rolled his tongue against her clitoris, felling hit stiffen with
excitement.

Kohiri looked skyward. A moan escaped her lips. Her breathing was weighted down with
pleasure. Patrick licked on, wiggling his tongue against her clitoris. Kohiri placed her hands on his
shoulders. He squeezed her buttocks and pressed her lower region closer to his face. A result, the
alien being spread her legs wider.

Patrick's tongue stroked downward across the opening of her vagina. Her slick juices started to
creep out of her body. He licked it up, gently grazing the inner parts of her sex. Kohiri moaned,
squeezing her legs against his head a bit and then relaxed. Patrick liked that sound and probed the
rim of her opening. She moaned again. Without warning, he pressed his tongue inside of her
pussy, wiggling it around with fierceness.

The alien moaned and squeezed his head with her thighs. Moments later, she felt a wave of
pleasure sweep across her body. The soft muscles inside of her spasmed and contracted. Kohiri
found herself jerking her hips forward while pressing his head into her crotch. Patrick held her
hips steady, wiggling his tongue around quickly inside of her. Her body released its creamy fluid
onto Patrick's waiting tongue.

Within a few moments, her orgasm subsided. Kohiri sat still as if frozen in time. Patrick kissed and
gently sucked her clitoris, making sure it stayed nice and stiff. He stopped and looked up at her.

"I-I don't know what came over me . . ." She breathed. "Was that . . . supposed to happen?"

Patrick nodded. "It's called cumming."

"And this is how you humans reproduce?"

"No. We haven't even started yet. This is just a little foreplay to get you ready." Patrick
explained. "Do you know what a kiss is?"

"Yes, but it is not something that is practiced often where I come from."

"Here, it's an everyday thing."

He sat next to her and leaned in close to her face. Kohiri kissed him first, but it was brief and
practically pointless. Patrick shook his head. He motioned for her to open her mouth. He put his
face to hers and kissed her long and deep. His tongue made love to her mouth. Kohiri took note
of his lip movements and did the same with her own. Their mouths parted from one another but
their tongues remained in constant battle with each other, slurping and probing.

Patrick reached down and squeezed her pussy with his right hand. Kohiri moaned but never broke
the kiss. He reached in between the folds and found her erect clitoris. He rubbed it and played
with it between his fingers. She moaned a little longer this time, her eyes closing. Taking his
middle finger, he placed it inside of her vaginal opening. She was so small that was tempted to
take her right there, but resisted. Kohiri moaned and flexed her inner muscles against his finger
then relaxed. She was so wet and gooey, that he slipped in another finger, moving them in and out
slowly.

The alien started to gently rock her hips with his motions. She started to pant as her tongue
wrapped around his and vice versa. That feeling inside of her swelled up again. She could tell that
it was coming. She moaned against his mouth and reached down to press his hand against her
cunt. Patrick wiggled his fingers deep inside of her. She tensed against him seconds before her
next orgasm. Her muscles held on securely to his fingers, trying to milk them of semen. Not yet.

When it she was finished, Patrick pulled his fingers free and held them up for her to see. They
were slick and dripping of her juices. He placed them near her mouth til she opened it, and he put
them in.

"Taste sweet doesn't it?"

He pushed her gently against the bed and laid down next to her. He moved down to her nipples
and started to lick the sensitive tip of her left breast. His cum/saliva covered hand squeezed and
rotated the other breast. Kohiri moaned. It felt so good. All this pleasure was just coming from
mere touching. But he knew what to touch and where. It was all so . . . so fascinating. And it felt
so good.

Patrick licked her nipple till it drew up into a stiff nub, then he pinched the other. It was almost
time. He suckled the wet nipple for a while before pausing to move in between her legs.

"This is sex?" She breathed.

"We've only just begun." Patrick placed his stiff cock at the entrance of her opening. "This is
going to hurt a bit."

He could have taken his time a pushed in slowly, but the urge was too great and he pressed it in a
bit faster than he intended too. She was wet anyway, so it wasn't difficult. Kohiri moaned louder
than she ever and closed her eyes. Patrick raised her legs around his body. She instinctively held
them there.

Patrick grunted and moaned. She was so tiny. He slid in and out of her slowly to open her up.
Kohiri moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her body did what it could to fix around him.
She held onto his arms, her eyes half closed and her breathing heavy. There was a pain in her
lower region that stabbed at her with every thrust. But the pain subsided and was replaced with
unconditional desire for more of this new feeling.

" Oh yes . . ." she moaned.

There was something coming . . . something pleasurable. But she wouldn't get if she didn't have .

" . . . more . . sigh . . . more . . . moan . . . harder . . ."

Patrick leaned down and nuzzled her neck. He kissed and nibbled at little bit of flesh, leaving
hickeys and bruises. He reached down to her erect clit and rubbed it, smearing it with their bodily
fluids. Kohiri's fingernails bit into his flesh but he did not stop. She was close . . . He slowed his
strokes and started to make fast, hard thrusts against her.

" . . . moan . . . yes . . oh yes . . . more . ."

Kohiri rotated her hips and moved in sync with her partner. That urging feeling rose up inside of
her. With deep moan, the alien's vagina went to work upon the human's penis. Her muscles
squeezed and rippled against his throbbing member. She bucked her hips upward, meeting his
pelvis. Patrick balled his hands into a fist around the covers as he came. His body stiffened and he
groaned against Kohiri's neck. Her foreign cunt worked wonders on his penis. No earth woman
could compare.

Moments later, Patrick collapsed on top of her before rolling off to the side. Both partners lay
still, breathing heavily and sweating.

"This is sex?" Kohiri breathed.

Patrick only nodded, too tired to speak.

"It was wonderful!" She cried. "And this process, this sex as you call it, will help repopulate my
planet?"

How could she talk so much after that? He was still out of breath so he just nodded again.

"I can feel your seed moving around inside me. I will be pregnant soon. How long will it last?"
She brushed his hair lovingly.

"About nine months."

"My people will be thrilled to hear this. Thank you Patrick." She kissed him. The glowing rock
appeared in her hand. "I'll never forget you for this."

She waved her hand across his eyelids.

"Now sleep."

Patrick's eyes fluttered open slowly. His vision was blurry and his head throbbed with pain. Red
lights flashed across his face several times. He tried to move but soon discovered that he could
not. After a while, he realized that he was staring up at the sky but blind to any detail. He let out a
long groan.

"Pat?" called a familiar female voice. "Pat? Just hold on, son. We'll be following right behind you
in the car, okay?"

Patrick strained to see who it was but he could not.

"Mom?" he mumbled.

The blurry figure walked away and was replaced by several other people in blue.

"Don't worry, Sir. We'll get you to the hospital in no time. You're going to be all right." Said a
male voice.

Patrick felt himself being wheeled away. There were a few bumps, then doors slamming, then the
sound of an engine and sirens.

"What happened?" He moaned.

"Try not to speak, Sir," said another man. "Your car swerved off the road and you crashed. Your
mother and a few friends found you. They're right behind us."

"Crash . . .?" He mumbled.

"Try to relax, Sir."

Patrick felt a pain in his head. Crash? When did it happen? The last thing he remembered was
leaving the party and watching the sky . . . Was it all just a dream? Was she just a figment of his
imagination? It hurt too much to think about it. Instead, he decided to rest like the paramedic
ordered.

By the time he recovered, nearly all of his memories about the alien named Kohiri were lost.