I had 4 pairs of shorts that needed to be washed. I threw them on my bed.I went up to Les' room and knocked on the door. "Who is it." It's me, Les. Op...en up." Come on in."I opened the door and stuck my head in the room. Both of them were in their cheerleader uniforms, laying on the bed. "I'm going to wash some shorts. I just stopped by to see if you had anything you wanted washed." No thanks. We're going to do a big load together after dinner." OK. By the way. How many girls on the squad did you. He really didn't want to do what they were making him do. He didn't want to take this test! And if he didn't do it, if he skipped out, they'd know before he got home later today and then he'd be in really deep caca.Dammit, he hadn't asked to be born! Or extracted! And he hadn't asked for the fuckin' Sa'arm to attack earth next year either, making all of this have to happen. All he wanted was for life to go on as it had for the last six years since they had gotten here. It was good and it was. If it wasn't for their support and love, I'm sure that I couldn't have accomplished anything."Then I said the words that I would come to regret for a very long time, "What about your family, Kim?"She sighed, a veil of sadness clouding her eyes. "My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer last spring. By the time they found out, she was so far along they couldn't do much to help her. Finally, she died early last summer. By the end of summer, my father passed away. I swear, it was as if he died. My friend jim set me up with three business men who work in an office. they came over to his house a week ago and came in the living room sat down and waited to see the bi guy who wanted to suck off their cocks.each one paid a fee to jim in which i receive seventy percent after the party. the fee was one hundred dollars for a blow job with swallow, or fifty dollars with spit the cum out. i approached the men and asked who wants to be first, a short fat man in a suit said, i would like to go.