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raising his hand to his mouth, and blowing on the tip of his index finger, they both stepped closer to her truck. They began banging on the hood, making dog-like sounds. Maggie decided enough was enough and she didn’t want to wait around to see how much further they would go with their intimidation. She floored the gas pedal, shooting out of the alley. Luckily there was no traffic coming, she would have surely side swiped anyone unfortunate enough to be in her path at the moment.
    Maggie’s hands shook on the steering wheel all the way to Maddigon Elementary School. She quickly pulled into the teachers’ parking lot and turned off the truck. As the adrenaline from her scare burned out of her system, she was left short-breathed there in her vehicle, with a death-grip on the steering wheel. At that moment, her cell phone started ringing in her purse. Letting out a startled gasp, Maggie dug it out of her purse and answered a bit breathlessly.
    “Hello?” asked Maggie. She was proud of the fact her voice didn’t come out in a simple squeak.
    “Good morning, Maggie, this is Claire O’Donnell. I hope I’m not calling too early. Are you okay? You sound a little breathless,” said Claire kindly.
    “Oh, hi Claire. Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, thank you. I just had another scare this morning from the Snake gang members. It’s fine, though, you caught me before I went into my classroom. How can I help you?” asked Maggie, grateful for the distraction from her worries.
    “I wanted to let you know I got the results from your personality test and am happy to say you would be a perfect candidate for our services. If possible, I would like to set up an appointment for you to see our doctor for a physical.”
    “Oh, wow, that was fast. Umm, sure, I don’t mind seeing your doctor. You said the cost is covered, right? I hate to ask, but things are a bit tight right now since I just moved here.”
    “Yes, the cost is covered by IMS. The doctor has an appointment available at ten a.m. on Saturday if that works for you? I understand it would be hard for you to get down to Seattle during the week, so I double-checked that the doctor could see you on the weekend,” said the matchmaker.
    “Saturday works fine for me. Give me the address and I’ll be there.” Claire read off an address and Maggie wrote it down on a small notepad she kept clipped to the visor. “Thanks again, Claire. I’m sorry to rush, but I need to get to class; the first bell just rang.”
    “Certainly, Maggie. I will call you again on Monday after the doctor gets his test results to me. Have a good day.”
     

CHAPTER 8
     
    Claire O’Donnell hung up the phone with Maggie Cline and turned to her companion.
    “Well, Ambassador Pacer, I hope this candidate proves to be worthy. She’s a really nice young woman. I really enjoyed meeting her and her Personality Test scores are promising.”
    The Ambassador turned his black eyes to her. “I hope so, too, Claire. There have not been very many viable candidates for this program since it started last year. We Nordonians would like to see this effort work, not just for ourselves, but your government, too.”
    “Of course, Ambassador,” replied Claire. “As soon as we have her tests results from Dr. Vidortan we will be able to proceed, so long as there are no issues with her health. I wish we were having better results with the program, too, but without telling these young ladies upfront that they will end up in space, not many are answering our ads. Not too many women are willing to leave their Earth lives behind so completely.”
    “I understand, Claire, it is not your fault. Unfortunately, we have more men willing to mate human women than we have human women answering your ads. Maybe one day the secrecy will not be necessary, but for now … we will just have to continue on as we are.”
    The Ambassador ran his large hand over his head, drawing Claire’s eyes to his family clan tattoo. It was a large black