"It almostlooks like something is in that light Jack."Jack looks again, "You're nuts, it's just your imagina... what thehell?!"Dave walks toward the l...ght and it begins to fluctuate. A writhing canbe seen within the light and both men watch as something begins to workits way out. With a loud pop and a flash of light the glow disappeared.What was left made both men lost for words. On the ground below wherethe light had been was a penis. About 10 inches long with a set ofballs the size of oranges. How’s that for being a sexist pig?Kristen and I walked to her car; a blazing orange, new-looking Corvette. I’ve been in nice cars before, but never anything like this! The leather seats and interior were unlike anything I’d ever seen before. When Kristen started the engine and I heard the gentle roar. Her car felt more like I’d imagine a space ship more than a car. If I hadn’t been such a nervous wreck, I’d have enjoyed it immensely.As she drove, Kristen explained the set-up for the evening.. " Yes," chimed in the Ambassador. "We don't know of an easy way to get youon board a spaceship to Earth. Officially, you're not a citizen of Earthand only an Imperium citizen can obtain an export license to take Ancillaoff-world." But," interjected David, "we have found a way. To make everything seemabove board we need to sell you to an Imperium pony-girl trainer; onethat likes to race his ponies on Earth. He will train you and you willneed to be good enough for to qualify for export to Earth.. Irish and likes a beer, me too. We would meet after work, at first occasionally, next thing ya know it became everyday. Few cocktails, my stories of my disasterous relation with my columbian import, and my reckless abandon for all authority and morals if it interfered with my hard earned playtime that was missing at the crib. We joked and laughed and shared.... in many cases, way too much. Manytimes almost being caught.... me or her, bullshitting him so we could go and drink together. Fuck it,.