”She smiled and moved to the other side of the room and came back with a pitcher, a large basin, and some washcloths.“You can clean up. I can’t ...et you into the shower because this is a girls-only floor!”She poured water into the basin and handed me a washcloth. I washed my face and upper body first, to get rid of the sweat, then got a second cloth and washed my dick and balls. Papiya washed herself as well. We shared a towel to dry off, then got dressed. I grabbed my stuff and walked to the. I was pretty sure there would be no one for a lot of miles, but Harold was almost whispering. Harold was nervous and that played right into my hands."I would like to check you for microphones," he insisted. Harold might be a smart lawyer but he was way behind the times. He could search all he wanted, but he was very unlikely to find the button audio and video transmitter on my purse. There were no recorders of any kind on me. Just the microphone and camera that were extremely well hidden.After. I also realized that the pretty girls in the back of that truck were a whole lot sluttier than me. On the way out to our destination, they all told stories about how many dicks they sucked. One white girl said she only liked black boys, and at first, everyone squealed. Then they started asking her about how much bigger their cocks were as they became more interested in doing the same thing.We reached an old farmhouse that looked abandoned. This is the unofficial “Beta House” in its physical. Even if it had been in the optical spectrum, there would havebeen debate among the humans who saw it as to the nature of its veryexistence, for it had no discernable mass, existing as it did slightlybeyond normal space and time.It "talked" to itself as it drifted above the surface of the Earth,although not in the sense of a human talking to himself. "Self" was amultiple concept to it, defining it in ways which humans could neverimagine....Primitive......Yes..