"He smiled and shrugged. "A new mode of being, then."Alena gave another chuckle. "Yes, a 'new mode of being'." That's a very nice outfit you're wearin.... What's under the skirt?"Alena's chuckle evaporated. She cleared her throat. This time, when she'd dressed, she'd done so knowingly, choosing a top with no buttons, a silk halter wrapped around to tie at the back. The skirt was the same; more or less like a sarong."There's nothing under the skirt."He sipped his drink and sat forward, his elbows. I want you to suck my dick." He said while he pulled down his pants and briefs.I almost choked on my scotch. "No way! I am not gay." Really." He said while he turned his computer screen to face me.I could not believe it, but there it was. My picture, cum all over me and a dildo in my ass."Looks like you're having a pretty good time here."I just sat there in disbelief."The way I see it." He said, "You can get on your knees now and get busy, or I can send you a termination e-mail with this. It’s mostly just slinging beers anyway.”His confidence in me surprised me. The last thing I needed after doing cocaine the previous night was more anxiety and sexual ribbing. Kat’s absence helped and so did the constant work of being behind the bar.The night passed quickly. Learning the bar and steady service had made time fly. I had survived and was proud of myself. My confidence was beaming.I cleaned up the bar exactly how Jimmy had shown me and said goodbye to the staff as they left to. We'd left them in the command section while we went to grab a shower andsomething to eat. Now we were sitting on our bunks discussing what weknew about how we'd gotten here, and hoping to get home."Grab your Vershang's and report back to the Command Section, until weare off this rock no one is to be without them. We'll leave a LocatorBeacon so they can come back here and recover the bodies." She turned andmarched out. They were leaving Search and Rescue Beacons to mark thedestroyed Transports..