Free I Can Barely Breathe by August Verona

It’s good to meet you,
Jay. Now, let’s start by you telling me exactly when in the
hell you’re from.”
    There was a silence in the coffee shop, the
kind of silence you normally only hear in a graveyard or after a
terrible accident or that lull in conversation when someone has
said the wrong thing. Kattic looked into Jon’s eyes, waiting for an
answer.
    “I’m from 1962. I’m a time traveler.”
    Kattic sipped from his glass. “Where did you
get the technology? I assume you didn’t build it yourself.”
    “No. An alien ship crashed just outside of
Sorrow’s Sky. We recovered it and have been experimenting with it
ever since.”
    “This may surprise you a bit, but I know
exactly what you’re talking about,” Kattic said.
    “How?”
    “History books. That crash is what started
all this.” Kattic looked around, finally resting his gaze on one of
the beings.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Jay, that crash wasn’t an accident. It was
planned. That was the beginning of their infiltration of planet
Earth. The whole thing started that day, in the year 1955, in
Sorrow’s Sky. Those were soldiers. Ruthless from what the books
say. Their mission was to disappear into the forest and reproduce
as much as possible, increasing their numbers as fast as they
could, paving the way for the rest of their civilization to land
here and take over. With them, conception to birth only takes two
months. Seven years after the crash, those soldiers, and believe me
when I say there were a lot of them, left the forest and entered
the town.”
    “Seven years? That’s ’62.” Jon scanned the
room. “These beings look humanlike.”
    “They are, kind of. Once the soldiers left
the trees, they immediately began raping and impregnating human
women. When the motherships arrived shortly afterward, the rape
continued on a global scale. The hybrids you see now are the result
of that.”
    “So they’re part human, part alien?”
    “Born from a crime. Exactly,” Kattic
confirmed.
    “All over the world?” Jon asked.
    “Yes, there are approximately three hybrids
to every one human. They wanted us humans to find their crashed
craft and back engineer their technology, so by the time they
arrived to take over, humans would be used to a new wave of tech.
They allowed us to keep the gadgets we built from their ship and
encouraged us to always keep inventing new products.” Kattic
finished his drink and slid the cup toward the bartender.
    “No one even knows it’s coming,” Jon said.
“I need to return and warn someone. Before I go, what day and month
is it?
    Kattic was a bit surprised by Jon’s
impulsive decision, but understood nonetheless. “It’s August
3.”
    Jon jotted down the rest of his mission
information in his tablet, then stood to leave.
    “Be careful, Jay, and good luck out
there.”
    “Thanks, Kattic. You too.”
    Jon rushed out of the café and ran back to
the vacant parking lot. He set the dials on the machine for October
24, 1962, 5:00 p.m.

Chapter
Fourteen
Scars
    Tom awoke naked, his alarm clock blaring. He
hit the switch, threw off the covers and sat up. A sharp pain ran
up his leg. The same pain he had felt for months after the
shooting.
    “Good morning,” a short, petite brunette
with a pretty smile and wide eyes said from the doorway. Her
nightgown covered her body, as she sipped from a coffee mug.
    “You’re up early,” Tom said, as he smiled to
her. He always found her sexiest in the mornings. “Come here.”
    She walked to him, set her mug on the
nightstand, and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed
his head against her stomach. His fingers unbuttoned her gown, and
she slipped it off, while his hands explored her bare breasts. In
Tom’s eyes, she was perfect; his subtle touch let her know. She put
her knees on the bed so her thighs spread around his crotch and
then kissed his shoulders. His dick rubbed against her bush, as his
fingers felt the stretch marks on her stomach. Her hands held