All I had on was my white shirt I wore for PE back in high school. So imagine it, me laying stomach flat in a soft cot with nothing but my shirt on & ...a blanket covering my hairy butt. The door begins to creak open, I turn my head to see a black silhouette standing there in the doorway. It was daddy & he totally got the message. Indian men aren't quick to get in on it so he spent his time climbing up on the bed, lying on top of me & kissing my neck & blowing into my ear. He liked my earlobe,. One of the other Librarians informed me that she had taken the day off for personal reasons. I thought of making my way straight back to my flat, but decided instead to take solace in one of my favourite books. A couple of hours later Justin walked in, the book slid from my hand, she was stunning. She was wearing the dress I had brought her and the personal business was clearly sessions with a hairdresser and make up artist. As she passed she took me hand and walked me out of the back exit.. I had suffered a major blow to the head; when I healed it would go away, or so I thought.Secondly, the smell and taste of cooked meat was somehow now unsettling my stomach. I liked my steaks medium before, but now I could only just tolerate them rare. Even then the flavor and texture just didn't taste right. I chalked this up to my brain taste buds being knocked out of whack along with the rest of my skull.Then finally, in my pants pocket I found an old folded up piece of aged yellowed paper,. Pods were offered to every single one of its citizens, but it was not mandatory that a citizen should accept it.It was seen as a person’s right to choose, whether to risk their lives in the hopes of finding a new home, or remaining here to die in their own homes.No guarantees were offered at any step of the way.The government had a ‘hope for the best’ policy with the pods, but with no definite planets to aim for, then all they could do, was to give its citizens ‘best guess coordinates’, and.