We HoChaRa candidates were placed in a room full of stinging insects. Human fear pheromones would cause these insects to swarm and sting. I watched ot...er boys die, stung to death. I was stung a few times myself. We survivors were removed from the insect room and drafted into the Special Security Service.The stench of fear in the present was reinforced by whimpering and sobbing. The sources were adult women. I was used to nudity—these women weren't. A pile of clothing next to the door, their. I took a last mouthful of my rice and pushed the near-empty plate away from me.Dabbing my mouth with a napkin I resumed my conversation."So, what's your name?" I asked, indicating Valerie. She replied quite cheerfully, (as she would since I was in there with her, giving her the benefit of a flood of feelings that this was a man with whom she could be perfectly straight.) "I'm Valerie Kingston, this is my best friend Amy Robertson."Amy looked a bit taken aback to be included in this. Neither of us has to remember that this pocket of time, however beautiful, is always fleeting.I'll go back to my little apartment, that tiny anonymous building where I don't know anyone.You'll go back home, that big house nestled above the valley that overlooks our city. From there, the city lights below and stars in the vast above are almost exact mirrors of one another in their distant glittering beauty. How they look so distant from one another but also seem to meet and fold together in the. Heather gave me a sweet little look as she took his cock into her mouth, but before it was even passed her lips he was shooting hot goo all in her mouth. Heather tried to take it, tried to suck him deeper but she backed off letting the cum spill down her chin. “Ok, that’s it. You girl’s are drunk.” Simon said and started pushing the guys out the door.“Party pooper!” we giggled.“Damn Simon, come on man.” The guys protested but he was bigger than them and it was his house. He pushed them.