Her mother often kidded her and called him her first love. She admitted that she liked him as a good friend, but wouldn't call him her first love.But ...ndrea did realize that she had been watching her good friend for over hour and never noticed the time passing.After Aric was done, he pulled off his shirt, pants, and shorts waded into the stream.Most girls might have turned away, but Andrea couldn't help herself and she was drawn to him.All she saw was part of his arms while they were growing. He looked pale and ragged, cradling a broken arm but still he persisted towards the hill. She spun around and pounced on him, claws outstretched, and tore viciously at his chest until purple blood spurted forth and he fell limp. She kept thrashing still after he lay dead and even tried to tear out his nerve cords, though they were useless now as this soulless world had long since severed his connection with the Khala. So she did not let up on the corpse, one who, like the rest and herself, had. I go look but no one is there but I am pretty sure someone was watching me jack off. For the next several days I spy granny many more times jacking off and I still feel like someone is watching me when I jack off. I decide to stop jacking off for a day or two. The third day I am going crazy for not draining my balls. Granny and I tell each other we are going to take naps. I lay in my bed with a monster boner waiting for my hand to stroke it. I hear that noise from granny's room again and go. The doorway was there but no one dared to open it. The years went by and those of us that found it, those that still live, wonder yet what is inside and yet the door stays unopened. The world has walked through our park viewed the ship, touched its surface and yet never opened its door. Are we content in our ignorance? We must be. Are we that willing to not to face our fears? It must be so. I am the last of those who found the ship so many years ago, now old myself and ashamed of what we people.