This is a different type of story for me. It is based on a compilation of events in the news that have happened in the past few years. Of course, it i... entirely fiction.I am Geoffrey Winston, I was 26, widowed, a maintenance technician and volunteer fire fighter\first responder for the area where I live when all of the events of this story started. My wife had tried to run out on our marriage, and the bastard she was cheating with crashed his car racing away from my cabin when I came home. That made life a hell of a lot easier for all of us. That was the first triumph of human technology over something impractical or impossible over the rest of the known galaxy.Some other humans found a way to modulate the beam from the ray gun so that it could be throttled back for short range use. It was also refashioned to have a human-style trigger and could be adjusted by a thumb control to have a maximum range of as little as 5 yards to as much as a mile. It only fired a pencil beam, but we. I didn't know what to do! "You pervert creeps! You stole my porn!" he screamed as he came in. "I am sorry! I wanted to know what it was, I am really sorry". Meanwhile Louis Fer didn't even move, he was like frozen. "Well, go on", Roger said "jerk off, I would be a bad brother if I didn't let you finish". That's when he noticed that we had our uniform on and we were just rubbing our penises through our trousers. "No way! Don't tell me you don't know how to masturbate"! Louis Fer and I completely. My wife and I both love a good steak dinner so when she picked me up at the bus stop I told her to head out to Stuart Anderson's Steak House. She kept asking me what was going on and I told her that all would be revealed over our first beer and to just relax and get us there safely.We had to wait a while to get a table, when we were finally seated I ordered us a couple of draft beers and told the server we would be ordering later. When the beers came back I toasted my wife with "I sure am glad.