The corridor was about four meters in height, and pearl in color, with completely smooth surfaces that looked as if a speck of dust never touched them...The doors sealed behind them without making even a whisper of a sound, melding into the wall so you would have never known a door was there. The technology almost seemed organic in nature, which, if Ben had remembered his Interstellar Politics course, he would have realized that some of it was.A tall alien, maybe standing a meter taller than Ben,. One word from Julie or Trish and I would of course stop. It didn't have to happen again. No matter how much any of us might want it to.I marked down a paper from a B to a C for use of appeal to authority with no supporting citation. While that guy might have a following on...There was a knock on my office door. Three quick raps. Simple, and professional. A knock that definitely wasn't a freshman's. Those tended to be quieter, with more hesitation. After a while you got to guess who was at the. . and BOY! Did they come in!! We got about 30 letters back, all with photos – many of them VERY horny – from all kinds of couples who were VERY keen to meet a young couple like us. We went out for a drive in my car so we could go through them, and we whittled it down to three couples who were near enough to where we both lived, and who looked good to us. One of them – a couple who it turned out lived only about fifteen miles from us – had given their phone number. Fiona asked if my Mum was at. From my prone position I can’t make out what’s on it, but I can surmise from your devilish grin & my constraints it will be wicked & delightful. You turn away from me & walk to the dresser placing the tray on it & begin to organise your instruments of torture. My gaze admires the way your black trousers fit, snug against your body & as a flush spreads from my cheeks & travels downward as I imagine my fingernails imbedded in your firm cheeks as you thrust inside me. My breath catches as you turn.