I don't believe that I have ever felt a more heart stopping sense of betrayal. In such a short time I had grown to trust Nathan and enjoy being with h...m. He had almost erased the self-loathing I had managed to build up over the last few days. And oh! He had made sex wonderful!It was obvious, however, that this was all a set-up. He had waited until noon, watching his clock for the proper moment. He had taken his camera, and now he was going to film me getting raped by four black punks.I didn't. So, very nearly in the night, you left your home, assuring that only your parents knew that you were leaving. You booked a trip on a tour bus, the cheapest mode of transportation you could afford, and spent two entire days traveling with your rather meager two sets of suitcases and backpack being your only true traveling companion.Once or twice, you regretted your decision. Perhaps it would have been smarter to go to a school in New York, in order to further yourself as an actor, or perhaps you. The next hand went the way of the two pairs of bouncing breasts. The men happily got up and stood in the center of the room, staring at their mostly naked women for a moment before stripping. Their boxer shorts didn’t hide the size of their members, and sliding them down to their ankles was just a matter of course. The heads of their dicks bobbed as they escaped their confinement and swelled to a thick, shiny purple as the women watched smugly. The men ran their hands up and down their. “Sorry.” She sat up again and looked down at her hands as she composed her thoughts.“Ku-aya is apparently from ancient Sumeria, around the time of Abraham from the Bible. I had some discussions with the ship’s doctor, who turned out to be a very good linguist and an even better geneticist. Ku-aya is human, of course, and we were reasonably certain she’s actually from Earth, too.”“I don’t understand all of it, but we sent our test results to Doctor Faith Ozawa. She was able to confirm that.