Chapter 1

Kaylee Jenkins - Friday March 13, 2037, over central Tennessee

After our parents’ divorce, our mother Erin agreed to pay for our spring break vacation on three conditions. We would fly together from Minneapolis to the Cayman Islands, spend two days of our five-day vacation on the beach with her, and help her find a new boyfriend.

I only had 32 B breasts and was a little jealous that Mom and my sister Hannah’s were so big one rested on each of my upper arms as I sat between them on the plane. Okay, maybe I was a LOT jealous. I also regretted cutting my waist-long brown hair to shoulder length and coloring it strawberry blonde the week before. One of the few things I didn’t regret was breaking up with my jackass ex-boyfriend the day before that, when I caught him kissing another girl.

As a brunette flight attendant walked down the aisle I noticed her nametag, ‘Bree’. Mom asked her, “Could I get a diet cola, please? Hannah? Kaylee?” My older sister Hannah pulled her long red ponytail from her mouth and asked, “Can I get a medium-well steak with coleslaw and fries? And do you make Pina Coladas?”

I sighed, knowing the airline only provided canned soft drinks and bags of salty snacks, like most of them did the last few decades. Bree frowned at my stupid sister’s stupid questions, then said, “Sorry, but...”

The plane shook violently and we heard a very loud “THUMP!” Out the window, flames trailed from the left wing! The jet’s nose tilted downward a bit and several people cried out. A flight attendant near the front shouted, “Be seated and fasten your belts, everyone! There’s no need to panic.”

Screams of fear filled the air as the whole plane rocked wildly to the left. Bree and the attendant near the front flew through the air, as another behind us yelled, “Brace! Brace!” Our family screeched, joining the multitude of terrified voices.

Suddenly the whole world STOPPED! I couldn’t move! Bree and a couple of spilled drinks were frozen in midair!

A calm and deep male voice said, “Some of the females here are quite attractive.” A very large bald man with tiny ears levitated into view and floated above ... err ... below ... err ... next to us. The plane’s strange upside-down and sideways angle was extremely disorienting. Just his biceps were the size of my thighs! I liked his caramel-colored skin but was surprised to see the irises of his eyes were glowing a pale purple. Not brown, blue, or green, but a self-illuminating mauve!

He spoke again, “My name is Yord. I am a Senior Dimensional Continuum Engineer. As you are aware, this vehicle is about to crash. Ten seconds after I resume the normal flow of time it will collide with a mountain at great velocity, nearly the speed of sound. There will be a large fire and no survivors. Your endings will be brief, but intensely painful.” He left us awkwardly frozen and paused his speech, looking around.

The rest of us remained frozen in place as he levitated around the cabin. He played with a Black lady’s large breasts and patted her hip, then sucked on her ear. “This one.” I noticed his foot was touching Bree’s, but the top of her head didn’t even reach the middle of his back!

The handsome but frightening alien was about nine feet tall! (3 meters) He poked his face under Bree’s skirt and sniffed. “And her.” He looked around a little while, then leaned over and licked my mother’s cleavage. “Delicious! Her, too.”