The head of MY DICK was covered with red bumps which as soon as I noticed them started to itch like hell. Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks my w...fe was fucking around on me. My first action was to go to the doctor instantly to find out what the fuck she had given me.I ran and jumped into my car and raced to the doctor's office. My family doctor Dr. Jacobs was in and he graciously slipped me in between appointments. After a thorough exam and a blood test he diagnosed me with a minor S.T.D.. "Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to do something after school." Don't you have track practice?" Nah, I can skip it for once. I'd rather be with you." Awwh, really? That's so sweet, Matt," she gushed, taking his hand. "What do you want to do? We can go to my house. My mom's probably home though... " Well, we can go to my house. It's real close," he said."Sure! Okay! I've never been to your house before."They walked home. He tried to walk quickly. He knew his parents would still be gone. A Marak shuttle sat on the landing pad."The ship has just docked," the Marak explained. "You can see the future surrogates as we unload them."As if on cue, the heavy titanium cargo door of the ship swung open with a loud metallic groan. Two Marak lumbered down the gangway and took positions at the bottom of it. They were armed with lightning rifles, the perfect weapons to control behavior, designed to cause excruciating pain without inflicting any actual physical damage.The first prisoner. I rang the bell and immediately Mr. Johnson opened the door. “Hi Lola, nice to see you this year! How are you?” After we exchanged some friendly chit-chat, he pointed to the stairs. “Dave is in his room. I am off to work and see you tonight?” I rushed past Mr. Johnson and ran upstairs. I was so hot, I already felt my wetness leak out my lips. I wanted Dave so badly. On top of the stairs, I turned around and I could see that Mr. Johnson was still holding the door knob in his hands as he was.