His arms and legs tanned by a Mediterranean sun. It was passed round the girls of the class from phone to phone till we all had this little trophy of ...him. In little groups, we wondered idly whether Josh really needed a shirt on to play sport. We followed him down the corridors, admiring his muscular ass. We imagined the touch of his lips. Whenever he was distracted, we inspected the impressive bulge between his legs. Alone in bed at night, we kissed his picture with tender passion, and stripped. Sarah whimpered at the sound. Which unfortunately drew the attention of her "friend"."Ahhh, awake again I see. That's good luv, it's almost time..."Time for what? Sarah then followed the monsters gaze to her pregnant belly and knew.Not long after her realization, she felt movement deep within. Just a little at first, but then it multiplied. It grew more and more uncomfortable as the monsters eggs started to hatch...The tentacle withdrew from her mouth, and she wailed in terror. Then she felt. .. she thought to herself. Walking towards it, she noticed that there were no lights on in or on the exterior of the vehicle and that no one seemed to be nearby. So why is it moving...? Her curiosity outweighing her fatigue, Chelsea ventured closer. As she reached the van, she realized she could hear something coming from inside it. Voices. Speaking? No. It sounded like... moaning. Chelsea dared to peek through the window into the darkness inside the van. And what she saw made her shiver. There. He wasn’t rich but he wasn’t poor. His neighborhood was nice with lots of families all over the place. He didn’t pay a lot of attention to his neighbors with a few exceptions. They were nice to him, mostly, and he was nice to them in return, mostly.He frowned as the thought of turning fifty once more rolled through his mind and grimaced. He wasn’t sure how it would affect him. It might not affect him at all! But then, it might.He sat on his front porch one Saturday afternoon sipping lemonade.