A siren. Shit, cops! There was a rush, a mad scramble, as people and items went flying, car doors slamming, motors starting. Someone reached down and... raggedly sliced Tims bonds, leaving him prone on the ground. Several other people began dismantling the camera, table, and keg which they had brought, and they screeched away, gravel flying. Tim sank against the cold ground and tasted blood in his mouth. He must have passed out, because he remembered dimly waking up, his body aching, ass on fire. " We are the legal reprehensive of the Planet Phobos 3," said the same voice."We are nowhere near Phobos," hissed Lila. "Well outside their jurisdiction." Keep clear," I said again. "I'm charging weapons. Girls to your stations and commence charging." Very well, you give us little options but to call up our nearby Battle Star," said the voice with a sneer."How fast is that ship?" I asked Lila over the intercom."Not that fast," she said. "Warp 3 max, I would say." And their Battle Star?" I. My freshman year at college had netted me at least one girl who had been raped, who learned that a man can be a real man and also be gentle and caring; two, possibly more, who had been abused, they also found a gentle, caring man. There was even a lesbian exploring her bi-side (at least that is what she claimed), who was to say the least surprised – all of her friends having told her all sorts of horror stories regarding men.I had had petite Asian girls, large buxom Scandinavian types, there. I would just look, fantasize, and I can't tell you how many times I'd go home and masturbate, thinking about doing shit with her. Until one night when it all changed. The ironic thing is, Kara wasn't even my type. The age thing, yes, I'll admit always had my interest. But I'd look at her, and I'd see a girl with a huge set of boobs, a bigger body, and although she had a really cute face, just someone I was not physically into. At all. Even with my hormones, and my sex drive, and my overwhelming.