{"id":568,"date":"2013-09-30T09:28:22","date_gmt":"2013-09-30T14:28:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.extraterrestrialvisitor.com\/?p=568"},"modified":"2013-09-30T10:02:07","modified_gmt":"2013-09-30T15:02:07","slug":"the-partys-over","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.extraterrestrialvisitor.com\/?p=568","title":{"rendered":"The Party’s Over"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"OLYMPUS<\/a>A number of people have asked me why I wear the silly big nose & glasses disguise in all my photos.<\/p>\n

No. I am not trying to hide my Earth identity. I\u2019m not some super hero from another planet, I am not the Lone Ranger in an updated costume, and I have not been disfigured in a horrific accident. The answer is both simple and complex.\u00a0<\/p>\n

What you Earthlings perceive as my comic disguise is actually a device I need to wear when preparing for, and traveling into, outer space, or what you intellegencia call \u201cthe Cosmos\u201d. I need the device to stabilize by body transition after my voyage, as well.<\/p>\n

I won\u2019t bore you with Aarkonian technical terms. Let\u2019s just call the device \u201cmy mask\u201d. If you look closely, you\u2019ll see that what appears to be hair near my nose and eyes is actually a filtering device. I need to wear my mask seven Earth days before my departure from this solar system and for 21 days after my return to maintain my health and energy.<\/p>\n

I do venture out of my dwelling while wearing the mask. I was a bit timid at first, but found that my unusual look was accepted; first by grocery baggers at large super markets, wandering children in shopping malls, and then Hare Krishna devotees in airports. So I began to feel comfortable in my ventures into public places both before and after my travels back to my home on Aarkon.<\/p>\n

My comfort caused a recent personal disaster. A friend of a friend was to be married and I was invited to his bachelor party. It was held at a \u201cGentleman\u2019s Club\u201d downtown. A gift wasn\u2019t a requirement, so I figured: What the hell, I\u2019ll try this.<\/p>\n

\"OLYMPUS<\/a>It had only been 8 days since my return from Aarkon so I had to wear the mask. Fortunately, I arrived later than the others. The place was illuminated in smoky neon and the guys at the party were already drunk. They had Bob, the groom-to-be, tied to a chair with his necktie. A gyrating topless woman straddled Bob\u2019s lap while running her fingers through his hair. During her performance, a few of his red-eyed friends pointed to me in my mask and laughed while saying, \u201cHey, Cool.\u201d, or \u201cThis guy\u2019s ready to party!\u201d and \u201cShit. I should have worn mine.\u201d So, I relaxed and began drinking Vodka with the thought that I blended into that party scene.<\/p>\n

I made several trips to the Tyme cash machine on the wall near the Men\u2019s room. Bob\u2019s friends took turns buying lap dances for him from the near naked women who promenaded between the cocktail tables. The vodka had taken hold of me. I bought several dances for Bob from a woman with a fringed thong who called herself \u201cFinger Lickin\u2019\u201d.<\/p>\n

Finger Lickin\u2019 became my new best friend after maybe the fourth time I purchase her services for, the now sleepy-looking, groom. After her final evening stage performance, she came back to Bob\u2019s table, put her arms around my neck and yelled over the throbbing techno music, \u201cI got something special for you, Baby.\u201d She said.<\/p>\n

I grabbed her wrists, dropped her arms, and began to search in my pockets. \u201cNo. No. That\u2019s okay, Finger Lickin\u2019. I\u2019m fine. It\u2019s Bob\u2019s special night.\u201d<\/p>\n

She reached up and squeezed the nose of my mask. \u201cYou\u2019re cute. You know what us girls say about a guy with a big nose, Don\u2019t cha?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure I do. That\u2019s why I wear this.\u201d I giggled with embarrassment while adjusting the nose and smoothing the hairy filter below it.<\/p>\n

\u201cFinger Lickin\u2019 is gonna give you a free ride in the V.I.P. Lounge. You\u2019s my boyfriend tonight. Ain\u2019t cha?\u201d<\/p>\n

\"OLYMPUS<\/a>\u201cHey!\u201d I said, while handing her a wad of crumpled bills. \u201cI need another Vodka. Why don\u2019t you carry Bob into the lounge. Can I get you a drink?<\/p>\n

I headed for the bar, and when I turned to return to Bob\u2019s table, Finger Lickin\u2019 already had her hand wrapped around my belt.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere you goin\u2019 Mr. Nose?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh? Oh, Hi. I\u2019m just going to see how Bob is doing. I thought you two would be in the lounge by now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey took Bobby home. Said he\u2019s getting\u2019 married tomorrow. Ooh, ooh, eee. That\u2019s all I can say. Come on Sugar. I wana dance for you.\u201d She led me by my belt.<\/p>\n

The V.I.P. Lounge was darker than the dance hall. Finger Lickin\u2019 pushed me onto a lounge chair and began gyrating while massaging her breasts to the soulful crooning of Barry White through the countless number of speakers that filled the lounge.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m givin\u2019 you a love dance, Baby. This is free. This ain\u2019t gonna cost you. It\u2019s my love dance.\u201d She put her glitter-decorated thighs around me. \u201cOf course, I know a gentleman like you is a big tipper. I know what you\u2019re like, Baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

I swallowed the rest of my Vodka including the ice cubes. \u201cI wonder if you do Finger Lickin\u2019. It may take me a while to explain.\u201d<\/p>\n

She dropped her head, blew in my ear, and whispered. I know what you want. I got what you want right here. Yes. I do, Baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before I could reply, she dropped her head into my lap and did a headstand on the chair. The heels of her shoes sent my mask sailing into the dark behind me, while the fringe on her panties filled my nostrils.<\/p>\n

I held Finger Lickin\u2019 by her hips and spoke in an unfamiliar voice, as though I was holding my nose shut with my fingers. \u201cLet me up. Let me up! My mask!\u201d<\/p>\n

\"OLYMPUS<\/a>She giggled, jiggled her head, and mumbled something while rubbing dark red lipstick onto the crotch of my slacks.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. No. Really.\u201d I said in that strange nasal voice again. \u201cThis is great. You\u2019re great. Really great. But I can\u2019t breathe.\u201d I lifted her by the hips and she somersaulted off the chair.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes were wide with shock. I guess Finger Lickin\u2019 never had an experience like that in her V.I.P. Lounge before. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with you, Mister?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI need my mask. I have to wear the mask.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe crawled the floor behind the chair, found my mask and twirled it in front of me by the ear piece. \u201cYou need this, huh? Well, what are you gonna give Finger Lickin\u2019 for it?<\/p>\n

I began to cough. \u201cYes. I need it. I need it badly. I\u2019ll give you anything. Here give me that. Don\u2019t break it.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was dark, but I could make out her smile and narrowed eyes. \u201cWhat if I said one hundred?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure. Just give me my glasses so I can see.\u201d<\/p>\n

I gave her two fifties, put on the mask and left Finger Lickin\u2019 on the floor of the V.I.P. Lounge.<\/p>\n

While speeding home, I kept wishing that I wasn\u2019t too late, and that I hadn\u2019t been without my mask long enough to complicate my Earthling existence. It had only been 8 days since my space travel. I tested myself immediately after I returned home. My hopes vanished.<\/p>\n

\"OLYMPUS<\/a>I would need to wear my mask indefinitely. Later, after re-examining myself, I discovered that Finger Lickin\u2019 had given me a life-threatening disease while performing her head stand on my mask-less face.<\/p>\n

Test after test has revealed that I now suffer from leukemia. I judge that my Earth existence may be shortened to as little as two Earth years. To make matters worse, I\u2019m not sure if I have enough fuel in my craft for one last trip to my home on Aarkon.<\/p>\n

My biggest fear from this entire episode is that I have to tell my father that I caught an Earthly disease at a strip Club.<\/p>\n

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