I was scared, but didn’t want this guy to think I was a loser—or worse, a nark. Eventually he and I exchanged numbers and it didn’t take long fo... him to send flirtatious messages. I flirted back but didn’t send any pictures to him, mostly because my phone couldn’t, also because I didn’t need to. I could just have him. He wanted to convince me, I guess, that I wanted him, so he sent a picture of himself holding his erection. With that, I was done; I needed his length inside me. He was at least. And, like me, she had seemed to enjoy the experience. I couldn't ask because we were in separate cells of a transparent material. I could see her and all the other cells in the jail-like structure. Only hers was occupied now, while she was being serviced. Before there had been women in the other cells, and I had tried to communicate with them. I had learned that they were all probably aliens. The men all left her abruptly, on the floor. She was on the sleeping pad they had for each person in. " What is he doing now?"I almost told her that he was a successful computer programmer and businessman, but I didn't, instead adopting his lie. "Kevin teaches history at a community college in Virginia."Mother covered the disappointment well; I think she was hoping that I'd meet a guy who was financially well-off. She had wanted that with my ex-husband, and the fact that I had always made more than him was disconcerting to my parents. Both my mother and father were tenured university. This state of existence was wrong. The mirror kept revealing a foreign being as if he wore an ill fittingskin over his own. Eventually the defenses and will of his mind prevailedto some degree. Also necessity arose since he was out of food, clothing,and basic necessities he had to venture outside.The first thing to overcome was the concern about whether could go outand not be recognized as some sort of freak. Then again, he was no freakjust a typical asian girl. The only abnormal part of it all.