"How long will you be gone?" Mark asked, picking up a magazine and flipping open the pages."Two whole weeks." I said, doing the same."Man... that suck......" Mark said softly, his voice trailing off as his attention was beginning to turn toward the flesh colored images of the magazine he held.And as if drawn into the same spiraling eddy, I softly replied, "Yeah..."Angelina. Long and straight black hair, skinnier that the usual women in the magazines but equally as exciting; I felt an unusual. Jake is staring down at me.I think i might die of embarrassment. I am stark naked, hard-as-hell and there’s a shiny dildo sliding out of me. “what the fuck are you doing?” Jake says “Get out of my room. What are you doing, let me go” He doesn’t let me go and he is so much stronger than me. His face is so intense. But I can’t really read it. Is that anger or something else?“What the fuck are you doing?” He repeats slowly as if I simply hadn’t understood him the first time.My mouth opens. Suddenly, the surrounding walls were gone and he found himself deep in space. Glancing out the window at the inky blackness, he was glad Eric Morgan insisted on the increased oxygen and airlock in case something went horribly wrong again. He wasn’t sure it would do much good. He couldn’t see anything, so there would be no way to avoid another accident. There weren’t even many stars in the distance. This region of space contained a dark matter world for good reason. It was both dark and hostile. You're not going to believe this but Jim from the agency was on it. He was beat up pretty badly, he had to have 18 stitches on his forehead and 6 above his eye. He also had a broken nose. He looked worse then Nancy when she was brought in. He said he was jumped by two men while entering his motel room. They took his watch, and wallet. He told the police he didn't get a good look at the assailants. He will have to spend the one night in the hospital." The reason I'm telling you this Roger is.