One morning as I was walking past the back of the building, I heard something that attracted my attention. I quietly approached an open window that ...ad the curtains not totally closed. I couldn’t believe what I saw. A girl was masturbating. She was so pretty. She had shoulder length brown hair that framed her beautiful round face perfectly. Her eyes were brown too. It would not surprise to find out that she was the girl Van Morison sang about. Her lips were as red as cherries and I. So now as I sit here and look around I can’t help but ask myself how I got to this point… what happened to me… I don’t think that I’m anything like most of the women who are sitting in this room, waiting for the little bell to ring signalling the start of my first and I hope last speed dating experience. I have drug my best friend along even though she is as much my opposite as the rest of these women. The bell rings to get our attention. ‘Hello, ladies, and welcome to The Match Club. For those. There was a sudden burst of glowing light and John’s body began to materialize at the end of the room. He was fully clothed, unconscious and held in a standing position, with his feet about two feet up the floor. After the effects of the ‘transporter’ faded, the Aliens approached him and removed all of his clothes. They then stretched his arms out level with his shoulders and spread his legs apart. While invisible forces kept him in that position, a violet blanket of light encased his body from. ”“Gene, you had to have seen it coming. They’re college girls.”“It’s not them.” I shook my head.“You have more? Jesus, I take it all back. Lay off the dick or there’ll be none left for us more enlightened lovers,” he said.“No, I mean. I’m kinda having a girl problem that’s not the fault of the girl,” I said. “Sort of. Not one of my girls. Another cunt witch who triggered Sam’s dad by kissing me, and now he’s kinda dragged his daughter away.”“Your trouble is another woman wants you?” my brother.