At least is was dull until noon hour lunch in the cafeteria when all twelve of us loin cloth and belt wearers were ushered to one table where we stood...obediently behind out chairs. The tables on either side of ours had been pushed back to allow more room as, behind us, now stood six senior boys and six senior girls; each senior had been assigned a fresher of the opposite sex.We were told to spread our legs and hold on to the front edge of our tea towels. Next fingers from behind undid out belts. Of course, by now her nipples were aching for a touch. Her body was reacting strangely to the symbiote in ways she had never had the pleasure to experience before. Like her boss and love, Danyelle had been with many men and women, but this was something entirely new. This was something unearthly, alien. Then the thought of the symbiote covering her breasts, sliding over her hard little nubs, made her bite her bottom lip in frustrated anticipation. She couldn’t wait for that. Danyelle needed to. “That’s so crazy, though! I can’t believe we live so close to each other!” She offered quickly, then looked up to find his eyes searching hers…what is he looking for? He was looking for a spark--some indication that love and longing still lived in her heart, perhaps, as it did his. Seeing her again, he immediately knew that the loss he’d always felt panging at his otherwise now-ruined spirit was, in fact, authentic. He still loved her. At least, he still loved what she was then, and he always. ” Is all Wes can think as he closes and locks the front door behind him. He walks up the stairs to the 2nd floor and, upon reaching the top, notices his best friend, Andre, asleep on the couch in a dress shirt and khakis. Wes notes Andre got his hair cut into a buzzed top and medium fade on the sides. Wes is now sporting a mischievous smile and chuckles to himself “This motherfucker… he looks like Blade without the widow’s peak. I can’t wait to tease the shit out of him about it.”The news is on.