I pulled the phone from my purse and flipped it open."Hello?" I asked nervously.A deep, rough male voice returned my query. "Hello, 'Janet', how areth...ngs?"It was just as I'd feared. Rocco Tortelli was calling to check up onme. "Just fine," I replied. We're at the airport, and we're gettingready to leave for Jamaica." My, things are moving very quickly, aren't they? But that's good." Hepaused, then asked, "What airline are you going down on, and where willyou be staying?" It's not an airline,. Avery complied, shaking in fear. Maybe this had been a bad idea. She was only a teenager, she was too young to die. What would her parents think? Could the cops trace this back to her ad? The one searching for a large group of men to ravage her body. Her head spun."Alright little miss" the man who threw her on the bed, began to speak. "Im Corey, and I want to let you know that whatever your plan was when you walked into this hotel room, is gone. Your holes belong to us now, and we are going to. I recycled the aluminium can. I put the trash in the garbage can and then sat back down to watch some more people go by. I had the rest of the day off. I was in no real hurry to get back to my office.I spotted a few girls walking by. I saw one girl who was very hot. She was wearing some white Capri pants showing off her curvy legs. She had a bunch of her co-workers with her. She did not see me. I guess I missed a golden opportunity to meet her. I waited another minute before I was just about. It’s a way of ensuring that our species will continue, but thankfully, there is no stigma about such pairings, as rare as they are.”“So, how long was your Touch of the Many, if you don’t mind me asking?” Kasumi said.“Mine lasted six days, and I had four men and three women volunteer to join me,” Korsa said, while blushing slightly.“Do Khontarans go for that long during the ritual?” Alex asked, wondering but also curious about Korsa’s predilections.“Not generally, but the women of my family are.