Alien Propagation

By Perry DeFiore

Many decades have been filled with stories about UFOs, the possibility of aliens, but all explanations are dubious...until now. Jack is a leading architect in a firm in Houston. He has a wife that every man desires, and he must continually worry about losing her. Going through one of his "rough" spots, he takes his beautiful lady on a short vaca

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stratton Press
• Release date: Jun 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781648950872

Perry DeFiore

Perry was born and raised in Allentown, Pennsylvania, and lived a pauperized lifestyle, joining the USMC to get an education, but his prowess led him to Vietnam instead, so his studies had to wait. He went to various universities to get his education in environmental sciences, ocean sciences, oceanography, physics, and chemistry and more, still continuing to study today. His wife refers to him as a permanent student. He founded a society to develop young scientists, which still exists today, using his experience working with scientists from various countries on expeditions. His scientific knowledge and twenty-year experience in education, along with his education in writing, has given him what is necessary to be a good writer. Most of what he writes is actually true.

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Chapter 1

Jack Fulton

Jack was laboring on a three-dimensional model of an office building, oblivious to the heavy rain pelting against the glass wall behind him. It wasn’t surprising that he failed to notice Dale’s unannounced arrival.

Take a breather. Dale smiled; a doubled but not creased set of plans dangled from his left hand. He walked over to Jack’s table.

Jack looked up over his gold-rimmed reading glasses at his only true friend of some fifteen years in expectant silence.

Need help. Dale shrugged. Again. Need to turn these in to Chris by morning, but I just can’t seem to get the façade right.

Jack shook his head in understanding.

Put them there. He nodded toward a cherrywood table that sat against the gray fabric wall partition. A huge HP flat-screen TV occupied the upper part of the wall. The quad-core tower sat neatly tucked away under the table on the right. A high-back cherrywood black leather chair on rollers filled the space in the middle.

Resting on the table, to the left and right of the flat screen, was a matching wooden structure of twenty-four 6 × 6 cubicles, twelve on each side, that occupied the depth of the table on each side, reminding one of the boxes in a post office without the little keyed doors in front, stealing a little more than a foot of the table space on each side, the left half of which contained plans Jack had finished and the right half contained plans he was either working on or were under construction. A black keyboard and silver mouse occupied the tabletop in the center.

Jack had chosen the corner location of the floor and designed his own furnishings. All the other architects used glass or laminated desks with more modern styling. Jack was partial to wood and was partial to everything being at his fingertips.

You’re all heart, buddy. Gotta run. A second later, Dale was gone.

Jack looked at his watch. It was five. It was then he turned on his swivel stool away from the table with the model to his illuminated drafting table to see the torrential rain, typical of Houston’s May weather.

Jack sighed. He felt indebted to Dale for life. Fifteen years ago, Jack had gone through a really messy divorce at the ripe young age of twenty-seven. He had married at the too-early age of twenty and had born a son that was the highlight of his marriage.

It had been at Harvard where he stumbled upon a woman who literally seduced him and convinced him he wanted to marry her because he had absolutely no intention of getting himself into a personal relationship. The first two years were great until his unplanned son came along. He was happy about it, but his wife didn’t want a child to cramp her lifestyle.

As with all young couples, they went through economically difficult times at first, but his job selling appliances and her income selling shoes in Macy’s while they both finished their degrees, hers in engineering, proved sufficient for them to survive and party on.

He had no difficulties in finding himself a well-paid job with an architectural firm in Cambridge immediately after graduating third in his class, but his wife could not find the same success. She was forced to continue at Macy’s for a while longer.

Jack adored his son, and the time and affection he spent with his namesake was not taken well by his wife. Their quarrels became numerous and quite loud, and romance quickly disappeared.

His wife found some new friends, spending a lot of time with one in particular, from whom she took a lot of advice. Her special friend had been divorced twice, and the third husband had killed himself in front of her and her daughter, all in a five-year span.

One day while at work, the sheriff, accompanied by Jack’s employer, paid him an official visit to serve him divorce papers. Jack’s pride had not allowed him to discuss his personal problems with anyone and all felt Jack was a happily married man. The sheriff smiled and chuckled when he served Jack the divorce papers for him to appear in court and, within five very short minutes, the entire sales floor was informed.

The embarrassment, the misery, was more than Jack could stand. All he wanted was peace, so he gave her the house they had just bought two years ago, the car, everything. All he asked was to see his son every Sunday and for two weeks every summer. He contemplated custody, but his lawyer told him there wasn’t a chance. His son was his wife’s meal ticket. She would make Jack pay. It wasn’t till later he found she had been seeing another man, another Harvard law graduate, whom she obviously thought could provide her the life she preferred for he already had a law firm of his own.

The divorce cost him $85,000 and would take him three years to pay off. He found himself a roach-ridden apartment. Jack’s employer in Cambridge could not have the image of the firm tarnished, so Jack had to find another job, but that wasn’t the end of it. What destroyed him the most was that two weeks after the divorce, his wife upped and left Cambridge with no forwarding address. Now he had no job, a ton of bills, and no son.

Chapter 2

A New Beginning

In Houston, Jack found more opportunities for architects, better weather than the cold, wind, and ice he endured through college, and now a much-needed change. He stayed at one of those pay-by-the-week economical places located on FM1960 until he could find a more permanent residence, once he found where he was going to work in such a large city as Houston.

At the closest golf course, the Wind Rose on Kuhkendal, Jack paired up with a threesome looking to be a foursome. Dale, a scratch golfer, was the slightly built one. Six feet tall, blond hair and blue eyes, he used strong prescription glasses without rims. Dale’s two friends had handicaps of three and five. Jack’s handicap was ten. Dale’s was 0

Dale was the outgoing type. He explained how they usually played for $5 a hole, $10 for every birdie, and $20 for every eagle. They would accept an eight handicap on Jack’s word.

Jack was biting at the bit to accept the terms. He loved competition, but he didn’t have the cash to gamble with at the moment so he politely refused.

Dale gave him a long studious look before telling him not to worry. They would exclude him. Jack’s eyes met the ground, and he gently patted down a spot of grass with his driver.

Dale’s jovial nature kept them laughing, and Jack had probably the most enjoyable hours in what felt like years. They stopped at the nineteenth hole to figure out who won what.

Dale seemed to always win according to the general consensus. That day he won $180, but the others paid like it was $1.80. Naturally, the one who won the most paid the tab, and even though Jack didn’t include himself, Dale insisted he pick up his tab, also. The others excused themselves after three or four beers, but Dale insisted Jack stay on and have dinner with him to keep him company because Dale didn’t want to eat alone.

After dinner and a few more MGDs, he got Jack to open up about his piss-poor life. Dale had graduated from UT Austin as an architect and made custom draperies out of his apartment for the affluent people of Houston on the weekends. It gave him an extra $70,000 a year.

He told Jack he’d give him 35%, temporarily, if he wanted to join him making curtains on the weekends, and in turn, he’d personally turn in his résumé to the firm he worked for. Jack was grateful for both the chance to make a little money and the guarantee his résumé would be read by a renown architectural firm.

Dale lived in the Woodlands area with his wife, Debbie, who was also an avid golfer. It took Debbie’s $45,000 a year as a computer technician and Dale’s total income to live their lifestyle.

Dale and Debbie both liked pot. Dale went out one night a week, usually on Friday, to the Crazy Eight, a pool hall the size of a warehouse, where he would win between $500 and $2,000 hustling the tables. This was money he did not report either to the IRS or Debbie. He saved this money in a coffee can, in rubber-banded rolls of $10,000.

It was Dale who got Jack into a half-decent apartment off I45, right behind Pappadeaux’s in Shanendoah, close to Dale’s house. Dale spotted him the deposit and first month’s rent (from his coffee can). Debbie would not be a happy camper if she ever found out her husband shelled out money on some fly-by-night guy her husband just met. Dale would never allow Jack to pay him back.

It took four years for Jack to really get back on his feet, and it was Dale who got him through it all. When collectors called threatening him, Dale would advance him the money (of which Jack recorded and repaid every cent). Half the time, Debbie ended up cooking for three, although reluctantly, especially on weekends.

He remembered how Debbie had torn into Dale every once in a while for helping him so much (especially the loan, which she found out about somehow) and how, as a result from her constant nagging (according to his friend), Dale began to hit the hard stuff, heroin.

Dale remembered how Jack was always there for him, too, like picking him up and getting him home when he was stoned, and how Jack helped him cut out the drugs (including the marijuana), and how Jack and he had literally fought their way out of some dire situations (mostly at the pool hall). It was because of how he stuck by Dale that Debbie had come to like and appreciate Jack over time, and it was Jack who kept their marriage intact during those turbulent years.

They were inseparable. Dale had got Jack the position as an architect at his firm of Barnes, Jacobs, & Simms.

Jack’s exceptional talent allowed him to grow quickly with the firm, and when they promoted him to the fourth floor (the top architects of the firm), he brought Dale up with him, convincing the firm that Dale had grown along with him.

Jack’s conservative, quiet nature was not conducive to making new friends easily, or to meeting girls, but Jack’s and Dale’s opposite characters complemented each other well and gave both a balance in their lives that resulted in them becoming highly respected at work and in the community.

They had remained inseparable until five years ago, when Jack met Lorraine. Jack couldn’t be given credit for seducing her; it was Lorraine who found interest in Jack, and he had fallen hook, line, and sinker for the jet-black-haired, blue-eyed sex goddess. Although Dale didn’t blame him, he couldn’t help feeling some reservations about Lorraine when Jack announced his marriage plans. Of course, Dale would be his best man.

Over the years, Jack became the keystone architect of the firm and many of the others came to him for advice, and at one time or other, he helped every one of the eighteen architects working for the firm; although the five who worked on the fourth floor with him became closer because he had helped them a lot more frequently.

Jack’s life became a picture of bliss and success, but unfortunately it wouldn’t last long, as he was about to go on the strangest trip of his life that would turn his world inside out.

Chapter 3

Corporate Affair

Hi, babe, Jack began. You ready to call it a day?

I was on my way out, sweety. Silence ensued for a few seconds. I can tell by the tone of your voice you’re going to work late again. Whose work are you doing this time? Dale’s?

How did she do that? She seemed to always guess.

My own, he lied. I’m a little behind on this high school in Conroe. Chris wants it by the end of the month. He imagined Lorraine shaking her head on the other end of the line in silence. She was always giving him a bad time about how he always helped others do their jobs. He certainly didn’t get paid for it, the others didn’t pay him for his help, and the bosses didn’t appreciate his extra work nor did they even know for the most part, a point she could easily change.

Okay. She sighed then resigned to the news almost cheerfully. I think I’ll take in a movie. Go to Pei Wei’s for dinner. I don’t feel like cooking for myself. Lorraine never felt like cooking for anyone, including herself.

Good idea, babe. Have a good time. See ya at home then. Bye.

Yeah. Bye.

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Lorraine hung up the phone and went unannounced through a walnut-stained wooden door to her boss’s office.

Two years ago, Bruce Jacobs, junior partner of Barnes, Jacobs, & Simms, threw a rare party at his home. That was where he met Lorraine for the first time.

He stood six foot two, had electrifying blue eyes, impeccable grooming at all times, and