I giggled as our lips touched."It's been one day." I know, but it's felt like an eternity." Oh, Mr. English Teacher with your similes," I said, mockin...g him."Very funny." He walked over and locked the door, shutting the blinds."What's up?" I asked, very curious."I have a free period now... So, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out," he said, removing his blazer."In here? I thought we were being discrete." No one will be in here, I've requested a quiet period. And the door is locked..." Mike. The idea being the used mining machinery isn't worth jack diddly, but the freighter full of genetic materials from out of the past is worth a huge amount of money, but the society that sent this robbery in progress needs the genetic materials more than they do the mining equipment, so in spite of the fact that this is highly unorthodox, the value to the scientific community and to the general society and the fact that a signal element could be placed into a system of forwarding information into. "Turns out that Number Four was a guy I could see since he was sitting in front of me. He stood up and took a pair of scissors from Adam, right in front of me so I could see.They disappeared out of my field of vision.I could feel Number Four grabbing the butt of my speedo and then I could hear the scissors cutting through the lycra. He asked Number One if that was acceptable, which it was.Number Four came back in to my view and sat down. I heard a belt jingling and then a zipper, I'm assuming. But, if not him, who? Who in the hell was it?Saturday, I was exhausted, sleepless and still in shock. Listlessly, I puttered around the house, doing a cleaning job worse than I care to admit. At eleven the mail came. There was another envelope. I started to shake just from seeing it. I checked it throughly: no return address; no indication of who sent it.I looked at the photo first. It was me again, of course. I was on my hands and knees with an unidentifiable man fucking me doggy style. I.