Is…is he gone? I muttered to myself. Nope, Curtis said gleefully, and pulled off his shirt, revealing a semi-pale not-too-skinny body. There he stoo...d, in his boxers and socks, looking like some girls dream. Not my fucking dream. Why didnt you just fuck me and leave? I asked through my teeth, my face radiating with pain from my broken nose. Whats the fun in that? he asked, then sat between my legs, holding his keyring. He showed me what looked like a bullet and I stared, confused. Youre not wet,. I was beginning to gag a little now, and was too tired to pick myself up. But I managed to grab my clothes and make a grand exit out of the room, getting my ass spanked by a number of hands I couldn’t find faces for. A few scream out aloud from within the crowd, calling me a ‘glorious hoe’ and such. I couldn’t care less. I needed to find a toilet to throw puke into; I knew I barely had ten seconds before emptying my guts over someone’s heels or shoes. I ran into the washroom I had found. Your body is well toned by regular visits to the gym, just slightly hairy, and 6 foot tall. Your cock, when fully erect, comes in at a nice thick 9 inches. You're proud of your looks too, a strong square jaw with a hint of stubble, short cropped brown hair and deep hazel eyes.For a couple of minutes you toy with the idea of just deleting the e-mail and forgetting about it. You didn't exactly expect to get an answer from them and sent in the application mostly because there was nothing better to. The latest post-modernist narcotics were still firing like a trillion pistons across the whole of his cortex and though he was totally wired he was a hundred percent in control. If anything untoward were to happen his focus and concentration would hit that of a pulse laser; yet he was utterly warm and anti-gravitational, flirting with an entirely new conceptual plane and sensing colours and sounds in non-corporeal swirls. All the time firmly anchored to his present reality. The lift.