CHAPTER 1: The Start

Through the mists of my early morning awakening, I realize that I wasn’t alone!

This time, it’s real!

I’m not alone!

In recent months and weeks, there have been mid-sleep arousals by the presence of someone, or something, watching me in the night. Each time, a cautious search of my bedroom, then the apartment revealed nothing. No one! Always, I knew that there had been someone watching my sleep, plying through my very essence while I dreamed. I wasn’t alone!

Things were different this morning, though. The presence was real. I tried to maintain a slow and easy breathing pattern. I carefully turned onto my side, then pried open my eyes a crack, just enough to see, but not enough to be seen as awake.

Boom!!!

It was upon me, encircling my arms, legs and head. I was wrapped tightly as a babe in swaddling. Apparently my ruse of still being asleep wasn’t effective. There was an overpowering, sweet odor of suffocating intensity. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t move. Likewise, I was suffocating in an atmosphere of perfume. I thought, "What the Hell was going on?" At that instant, I was released and was free. I quickly recoiled to the head of my bed, scanning the dimly lit room for my attacker. NOTHING! NO ONE! What the Hell!

I sensed a presence at the foot of my bed. As I turned my head that direction, the scent of the perfume amplified noticeably. Something was there, but not visible. I breathed shallow, listening transfixed for a hint of the intruder’s location, intent and action. Nothing but the scent. That sweet, smothering scent.

After a minute of tense quiet, I heard a woman’s voice, at least I thought it was a woman’s voice.

"Seed Maker," she said in a low, syrupy lilt.

"Wha,…what," I said.

"You Seed Maker, need I," said the voice, coming from out of the thin air. "Bad speak, but try."

In trite response, I said "Who, and where are you?"

No response. Tense silence.

Seconds ticked by, then again, "Seed Maker you", floated into the room.

I noticed that, though scared out of my senses, I had an intense sexual arousal. Again, I thought, "What the Hell?’

"You need see?’, said the voice.

Cautiously, I said "Of course", thinking that a visible enemy is sure easier to fight than the invisible.

An area just to the left of the foot of my bed began to issue a hissing sound and grow black, like all light in an already darkened room was being sucked into the area. Again I though, "What the Hell!"

The voice responded, "Hell not! Seed need."

A form developed and then refined into a naked, blond, green-eyed beauty. It seemed to be about 5 feet, 10 inches tall, naked. It strongly resembled a 20-year-old blond bombshell. Hummah, hummah.! If not for the three extra arms on each side of her body, hummah hummah!!

Damn, my sexual arousal was becoming exceedingly distracting and the choking perfume was really strong. Actually, the arousal was becoming somewhat uncomfortable.

Again ‘she’ said, "Seed Maker, need I".

Here was what appeared to be an over-sexed, young blond woman, built like only my dreams could have constructed. I was cringing in fear. Maybe, that’s not so unreal considering that she just appeared out of nowhere, after I had been attacked in my sleep, and she is naked and speaking in crippled English, and she has several extra pairs of arms tucked behind her!