Nice to meet you, too.”Georgetta’s office. Warm but dry, sunlit, a little twinkling dust in the air for magical character. Earth colors and red ev...rywhere. Long red sofa bearing African-patterned (AFRICA IS NOT A COUNTRY) zigs and zags. Standing wooden sculptures, knee-high, of people with features so extreme that had the counselor been a white man their presence would have signaled he was an appropriating racist, if she had been a white woman their presence would have indicated a foolish. As Kevin made Donna naked, I had Susan’s top and skirt on the floor. All four of us nude, the girls led us by our hard cocks into the bedroom. The girls sat side by side on the bed, a hand urging us between their legs. They caressed our cocks and began sucking on us. Both sights were equally erotic, a new sensuous mouth on my cock and my wife sucking on a new cock.Donna paused for a breath and leaned to Susan’s ear then kissed her cheek.“Is Donna being a good cock sucker for you, Honey?” Susan. Abstract things made him edgy. There were too many pieces and he was missing far too much of the puzzle.Aliens. Artificial Intelligences. Humans. Enemies. It was difficult to determine which was which – and how he should treat any of them.He realized the Confederacy – the parts he dealt with, anyway – was in the second circle. It was malleable. Controllable. He could influence it. Pieces could be moved, changed. Parts could be altered as needed. He was part of it – but it was also his. Shit, the way he sucked that bottle made me imagine what he'd do to my schlong.The bartender was not amused with my enthusiastic remarks that were undoubtedly heard throughout the small hole-in-the-wall bar, and he escorted me, somewhat roughly, as he felt a need to promote his position of authority, to the door. "And stay out, you faggot", he shouted, making sure no one present missed that."This really blows," I said to myself as the booze went to my head and sat heavy in the pit of my stomach.