Keep your eyes on the controls when you talk.”I looked down to find the right contact for ship wide.” This is Eric Olafson temporary in command of...this vessel. All Departments report. Damage and status. Medical emergency on the bridge.”“Engineering here. We have still full power but only one ISAH pod, we lost the other three. Several Hull breeches, sealed with nanite foam and force fields. Main generators at 100 percent and not damaged. Primary shields gone. Secondary shields. ***Friday: more of the same, really. I don't get beaten up, and I don't get taunted that much. My day finishes at two, so I get home quite early. I go and shut myself in my room, and put on some music (the Manics; natch). I lie there for a bit, on my sofa, thinking. I get a sudden flash of inspiration, and reach for my pad and pen.I've been scratching out this particular poem for a while now; it's not coming very easily. Writing about my self-harm always seems to be much more of an effort. Rhyler wanted, needed, a man, not only to get fucked by, but to love. He wanted to be a part of the college sex life, but he knew of no gay men there, nor is it likely that he would have been brave enough to approach one even if he did.As Rhyler set at his desk that Saturday night, after he checked the time on his phone, he also checked his email, and Facebook. Shy and virginal as he was, Rhyler had downloaded and made an account on Grindr, which he flipped over to after Facebook. All he had. Carla quickly swipes the card and lets us in. We don’t even make it to the bed, the door has barely closed before she pulls my shorts down and grips my throbbing penis tightly by the base, whilst stimulating my helmet with the other hand, her mouth covers mine, her tongue feels electric. Desperate to get inside her I push Carla roughly against the wall, kissing and biting her neck as I grasp the hem of her dress and push the clingy material up and over her body and then clean off. Her bikini.