I dropped it into a hat of a grizzled old black panhandler outside the Capital South metro station. He just glanced up with leaden eyes and went back ...o talking to himself.It was another three weeks before my phone rang again. Two days of following this time. Then another four weeks later. It slowly fell into a rhythm over the course of months.Sometimes it was a day or two, sometimes it was a week. Occasionally, a room key card would be included in the notebook and a midnight message might. A smirking smile lit up her face as she rose from her chair.Arriving at her place I noticed lots of pictures on her walls depicting large women and small men. Now I should mention I am not exactly a thin man and mentioned this to her. Patty relied saying she was over breaking small men.Once the bottle was opened we got talking about the pictures leading to a lengthy discussion about sex. It turned out we both had similar fantasies and experiences. This seem to please her as she sat down beside. We communicate in hushed whispers as we peruse the informational plaques accompanying each glass display case. We are entirely alone, save the one lone security officer who occasionally peaks out from the surveillance office on the first floor. I’m disappointed at the lack of audience as I love to tease you in public, but cannot complain; the risk of being caught by security is equally enticing.I push the stairwell door open with a creak and motion for you to follow me upstairs to the. It is using me to spread it’s seeds around the same way earth plants use birds and other animals. Shit! I just hope it didn’t put too many of them inside of me. Valerie kept walking and reached another section of the station. She froze in astonishment at the scene she bumped into.“Oh, my God!”One of the crewmembers, Abigail, was being ravished by a large, reptile-like, monster. “Abigail!! Oh, God! The monster is fucking her!”Surprisingly, instead is trying to fight it, Abigail seemed to be.