The girlfriend was out with her friends, so all clear there, hopped in my car and pulled up at his hotel. He was there for the weekend doing some medi...a work or some such shit, not important, what was important was the picture of the 5 inch, upward curved, lightly tanned dick he had sent me. Cut, which was new to me, not very thick either. A modest start. He had said no face pics, he was married with kids and his wife had no idea that he was copping it up his ass more than a few times a week and. Because nobody would understand that you, and by extensionme, are not gay. See?" Tom nodded in what someone else would havecalled sympathetic magic, or perhaps linguo-kinetic manipulation. A little intake of breath from Paul told Tom that he had finallygotten the gist of it. They were sitting down, talking about anything else by mutualunspoken consent, when Bill, one of Tom's friends from chem lab, stoppedby the table. "So who was that babe you were with last night?" "Which one?". “So I just put my hand in there and pick one.”“Well, the Serp picks you. It’ll stay on your person at all times, invisible of course, and you’ll barely feel it’s there. Whenever you need it, it’ll help you change.”“And what does the symbiote get in return?”“Well, their species can’t feel by themselves, so once they found of they could feel by grafting onto other species, they kinda got addicted to it. Practically begged to find hosts.”“Why do they look like snakes?”“Well, actually snakes look. The room seemed to darken in his head, just like every one of those scenes, placing an unseen spotlight on the people talking to their incarcerated friends or family. Jesus, get a grip, he thought. This is the real life, not a fantasy. Jenny practically danced forward to the chair in front of the window, a bright smile on her face as she saw the jumpsuit-clad man being ushered in by guards on his side of the wall. While the loose orange material went a great way towards concealing the man’s.