..Ooooohhhhhh the snip. I could write a 2000 adjective only essay on the sensation that shot through my lower abdomen and there is not a woman on this...planet that could read it and have even a slightest inkling of what I experienced in that very moment, but it only takes four words to let a brother know -- Kicked In The Balls. Not the initial contact pain like when the foot hits the ball or the balls slap the thigh or butthole, but the stomach ache fallout that follows. It's extreme nausea. And it was a fucked up one where my little sister, Krystal, was leading a horde of naked girls through the hallway. They thought I’d escaped from their custody, and that Sam was a traitor for setting me free. They wanted to capture us both. Punish us. I didn’t like the sound of that. I had no idea what had happened in this alternate reality. I didn’t want to find out. I wanted to get back to my own universe.I ran like I never had in my life.Sam clutched my hand with a desperate grip. I threw a. Then, remembering the age gap, he mentally slapped himself down and tried to park any untoward thoughts back in the recesses of his mind. "So you just stay here as long as you need to," Kate finished up, "Oh, and anything you want to bring across for safety while the house is in its present state, you carry on and do it. I'll give you a hand, to hold a torch and so on." And so of course they went across and in the end brought a lot of Mike's papers and computer equipment across. His portable. I must be honest the pain wasn’t that bad but after a while I could not stay awake and I have just passed out. When I woke up the guys weren’t there anymore, and I was laying on the bed not wearing anything. It felt so hard to get up from the bed, my hands were still numb from being suspended for so long. When I looked at the time it seemed like I was out for about 7 hours. I couldn’t believe how long time I have been out. When I got up and looked in the mirror, I didn’t know what to say. It.