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"Yes, the Pentagon has confirmed that the information leaked

to the press that another UAP, Unidentified Aerial Phenomenon, an event involving fighters from the US Navy Carrier, USS Gerald R. Ford, occurred in the Atlantic off the coast of Puerto Rico seven months ago is true. This incident was said to be much more intense than the first famous

Tic Tac UFO encounters dating back to 2004.”

Suddenly Trent Knowles spoke up. He was the only patron at the bar and had been quietly sitting, except for ordering boiler makers. 

He spoke up about the news of the Tic Tac UFO, “Trevor I want to tell you something and I’d better never read about it in any of your future books or stories online. I went toe to toe with one of those fucking Tic Tac things and all the other UAPs that day.”

“Wow! You were an F-18 Pilot on the USS Nimitz in 2004?"

Yes, and that fucking thing wasn’t part of whatever was controlling the other UFOs that day. What I say now is not public knowledge. After our initial debriefing, the other pilots and I were later interviewed by scientists and engineers, and I learned from all their lines of questioning that the Tic Tac was as far beyond the other UFOs in technology as those UFOs were beyond Our F-18 Super Hornets. And Trevor, whatever thing that piloted the others was an unusual intelligence testing us and observing us, but the Tic Tac craft was piloted by a motherfucking asshole! 

Rude, seeming to derive fun from taunting our F-18s and the UAPs all around us, I could feel it. If I could have gotten my hands on the pilot of the Tic Tac, I would have beat it to a bloody pulp! The Tic Tac would run at the others and somehow could affect their propulsion because their paths were disturbed as it passed them. We had hundreds of radar contacts then, what I could

only call a saucer-shaped mothership four times the size of the Nimitz showed up and the Tic Tac thing drove it under the waves by harassing it.

It was wild, like an elephant running from a

horsefly. I told your very sexy girlfriend, Jane, all about it. She has nearly expert knowledge of naval aviation I learned when we were both drinking one night while you and that hot-ass Cuban secretary of yours played pool with your obnoxious android friend, Mr. Data.

“Trent, Lee never liked your nickname for him. And that always hurts him a little when you insinuate, he's not really a human being but a machine because he's highly intelligent. His brilliance and snideness do rub people the wrong way, but his feelings are delicate, to say the least.”

Trent paid off his tab and walked home. He had been living with his brother, Kent, since the divorce. He now had less than nothing, because of his drinking and a couple of arrests for punching patrons at two other bars he was now banned from in Naples. 

So, after a marriage of 20 years his attorneys had let him down in the divorce, originally, they told him that his ex-wife would have to sell the home because in order to keep it she had to show a need for a five-bedroom house and then they would have to split whatever was left over after the mortgage was satisfied.

There were no children, but his attorneys insisted that he give in to his wife's attorney’s demands and accept less than half the market value of the home minus the principal owed. 

And because of some law in Florida whatever income, he made above hers would have to be split so that both had an equal monthly income for life. But all Trent had was his military retirement and his Social Security was still some time away. 

Now he found himself working at the gym as an instructor for guys like Trevor and teaching them the proper way to body build. Many years ago, he competed and won the title of Mr. Florida. 

Now even being in great shape for a man sneaking up on 50, he could feel his age quite often. With such a reduced household income and no home

of his own, he relied upon the generosity of his brother and sister-in-law, Penny, otherwise, he would now be living in a camper in some campground for the rest of his life. 

And those who dwell in campers sometimes feel the wrath of Florida’s weather with hurricanes and tornadoes being a common occurrence.

Trent did however see that there may be hope on the horizon, for his next-door neighbor, Zenaida, who had been widowed one year and three days ago had been paying a great amount of attention to him of late. 

She was an irrepressible flirt, who had once told him that she must

mourn her late husband for a year and would only wear black. With there being no fencebetween the backyards of her house and Kent's house he often saw her son bathing in the screened enclosure at her pool. 

Always dressed in a tiny black thong that wasn’t much more than

dental floss in the back. She would walk up to the property line quite often and call Trent for a neighborly conversation. 

But when she was out at the pool, she was always topless. She was his dream girl.

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