Ask me again when you're out of your mind hot for me.” “Okay,” he said with a grin. “You mean what you said about fucking?” “Yes,” I s...id, returning the grin. “Damn it. How am I supposed to think about class today?” “Hey, you asked,” I said, turning away to grab my stuff. “This is why I try not to think about sex until evening muster.” “Ken,” he said, pulling me back against him to whisper in my ear, “I think about sex every time I look at you. All day, every day.” And he was gone. It's. He imagined himself chained and gagged beneath the front porch, listening helplessly, unable to scream for help as Sir explained to the cops how he had attempted to rape her. How they had caught him and how he'd run away when she confronted him and called the police, never to bee seen or heard from again. They would believe her. They would walk away satisfied, write their report, and tell his parents he'd run to escape rape charges. They could do it. They could keep him until they were done. “Who?” Andrea asked, suddenly nervous. “You’re mine,” I said, tightening my grip on her hair again, drawing her head back. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed. “Fuck me,” she purred. ~~~ Eight long years had passed and I had almost forgotten. Almost forgotten that hot summer night when I stepped onto the back porch at my parent’s house, weary of the mini-drama that played on the big twenty-four inch television. The. The old man laughed at their struggles to free themselves, as they all strained to break the hold this energy had on them.The old man continued to talk, but now in a berating manner, speaking as though he was mocking them all. No one knew why he was doing this, but he continued on with his rant, moving about the immobilized people. He scoffed at the Sentries, dismissing them, but yammered at his fellow Artucian, almost like they should understand him.He then came to the crew of the Perseus, his.