The guys loved it, and they asked her to show more. "I'm not that kind of girl" Sam said with a smirk, as she got down from the pool table, her dress ...iking up to give the guys a frontal shot of her g-string. The guys gave Sam a little sticker, which she put on the dress right above her left boob. "If you want to show more, let us know babe" one of the other camera crew said to her. Sam went back to the bar, sipping from her third drink.Sam noticed that a small group of men not associated with. I was watching her checking me out as we drove ,each time I would directly at her she would give me a bright smile. The three of them were smoking away in the van making me think of the cheech and chong movie .They were having a fun time laughing and joking, guessing they were pretty high by the time we got to the drive-in. It was still light out when we parked the van , “I need to use the restroom” I said .”Me too” Mary said climbing out of the van , taking my hand as we walked. I could see. Their immediate reaction was the fight or flight response, so they would defaecate, ready to slither/run away. The shit had to be as fresh as possible because some of the effective chemicals were volatile. Later, my alien friends informed me that they weren’t sure these chemicals would help my human recovery.‘So why did I let them put these disgusting animals on me?’‘We were curious.’ They could tell I wasn’t happy, they genuinely could not understand why not; it was a great experiment as far. My blue and gold men against your blue and white boys; we’d been teasing each other good naturedly about how only one team was superior and that one of us was gonna end up in tears at the end of the game. “Lets make it interesting,” you say, “let’s put a little wager on the game.” “What kind of wager?” I say nervously. “Winner gets to do whatever he/she wants to the looser.” I smile and look at the TV, my team is up by two goals, and I’m almost sure that I’m gonna win the bet. “Ok.” “We need.