How many times have I achedfor a helping hand too? Besides, he just wants me towatch. No problem.”“Okay.” I shrugged. “Where?&...8221;“Maybe in a car? Or we can go back inside?”“Inside.” I didn’t want to let him into my car, and Ididn’t want to risk his. I’m nice but not completelyoblivious.Of course, we looked entirely conspicuous returningtogether. I had clearly made my exit, and there I waspopping in right behind him. He entered. An average sized man steps out for a cigarette, his genetically tan skin marking him for some kind of Latino and the fleck of white powder under his nose marking him for a user of drugs much stronger than Marijuana. The unknown mans’ brown eyes scan through the alley after noticing Daniel and the horrible stench radiating from him so strongly that it is almost a physical barrier. With his hand still on the door handle he contemplates just going back inside and using the front door to step. I braced myself, tensing as she pressed the hypo into my arm. There was a tiny pinprick and a hiss, and it was over.I snatched my arm back, heart thumping. If she had actually injected slaving tech into me, would I even know it? What would I feel? Would I even be able to ask these questions if I had?The Velqui popped the hypo back into the scanner and paused. A thoughtful look came over her face. She gestured, and the other Velqui came over."See this," said the first, pointing at something on. My dick instantly started to rise and I parted from her to avoid embarrassment (which I did not want at all but…).Then we chatted till late night that day and she slept in my arms only. We were very close from childhood therefore it was normal to our parents.Next day was my lucky day as my parents had to go on a trip for 2 days. Since we were having vacation, we decided to stay back. I was thanking god again and again as I will be alone with her for 2 days. She too was happy.So,once my parents.