I was dreaming about fucking Sam.The next morning it was all I could do to herd Sam and Sara out the door for school so I could get on line to try and...get Sam out of my consciousness.I am an occasional user of a social network…uhmm…well, let’s just say it is a site that allows anonymous sexual play via web cam.It worked for a while…but time was flying and needed to get to work. Thought I shut the computer down…but found out later I some how disconnected from the web, but kept the camera on.. Then there were two wash tubs to wash things in and two large propane self-standing burners with at least 5 gallon cooking pots. There were 4 large racks that had to be assembled. Then there were 10 new 5 gallon buckets, a box that contained two different sized ladles and at least a dozen of the old crank style can-openers.Andy moved the trailer out of the way and unhooked it; there were at least 6 pallets of something still on it.With the truck backed as close to the container as possible, we. Brain cleansed of knowledge of how to make words. I try to beg the xenomorph, beg. Beg. Beg but my tongue can do nought but poke stiffly against my bottom lip, I go muuuuuuhhhh, muhhhhhh, muhmuhmuhuhuhmuhhhhhhh. Throb. Throb.Eyes roll. Froth thickens. I can smell the Xenomorph’s hot leathery body now. His mighty hips rock back and forth a little, making deep rubbery squeaks. I put my hands together as if to pray, to beg, beg, beg no more brain damage. Plead. Plead. Beg. Beg. Hands spack. “There is a stranger in our circle. An uninitiate. Dare we proceed with even the most minor ritual with him here?”“I will vouch for him, Counselor,” Rebecca answered.“But will he prove himself?” the priestess asked. They looked over where Wayne had retreated to the altar stone as the former priest was expelled. His staff lay on the South. On the East, he had placed the former prop knife he had made. On the West was a coffee cup heavily inscribed with runes. He held a leather thong in his hand..