"What the hell..." heexclaimed in surprise.A column of the same dark green smoke escaped from the bottle and floatedin the air a few feet away. It di...n't seem to move in spite of the mildbreeze that had been blowing all day.Gradually, the column resolved itself into the shape of a slender, well-muscled man. He wore baggy pants that ended in a tight circle of cloth afew inches below each knee. His only other clothing was a sleevelessvest without a single button closed. The being's skin was. She was also trying to rub her groin area to my groin area.I pushed both my hands into her ass cheek and lowered her lycra down to her knees. She was completely naked from down also. I can feel her pussy rubbing on me while I was pulling her. In the heat of the excitement, I started biting on her boobs. When I used to bite her I used to bite hard.She asked me before also that don’t bite so hard. It can leave bite marks on her soft boobs and my brother might ask something. But today I was. Oh, and I’ve got my fees at Carleton University to worry about. If everything goes right, I’ll have my degree in Law soon. That’s the potential silver lining underneath all the muck, you know? Part of what keeps me going. I am snapped out of my reverie by the buzzer. It’s the Shawarma delivery guy. I head downstairs, and see that it’s Khalid. A short, stocky, dark-skinned guy. He’s half Black and half Arab, and always complains about how they treat him at the Lebanese restaurant where he works.. But you can't escape it. There's no running away from this place."The figure, and by extension, its voice, was unrecognizable. He couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. He sat on the floor, that white, flat resistance that held him still but yet managed to extend for infinity, looking at the figure before him. Finally, he started to calm down. Thoughts formed words, and words formed on his mouth, but once more, the voice that came out wasn't his."Where am I?"Answering for him, the voice.