So I turned towards the door and held my dick in my hand. I did so as to give her the green signal. And in a flash the door flung wide open and my sex... bitch teacher pounced onto me like a predator. She kissed me on my neck and ran her hands down my hair as she pinned me down to the bed. I held her ass and squeezed it tight. We began to smooch passionately. She broke broke the kiss and asked me to fuck her. I said “not yet bitch”. She was surprised by my reply and slapped me lightly. I returned. There were enough pieces of the UAV lying around to match it with our photos, proving the legitimacy of the photos. A quick internet search of the model Paul named showed pictures of it, and those were recognizably the same as the wreckage's larger pieces and our telescope photos. Only one of that model had ever been sold, recently to the USAF. Even more suspicious was that the UAV-oriented internet sites clearly described the one that attacked our home as a stealth development. There was. I didn't know anything worth knowing; I didn't know myself, or my own mind.Thoughts of suicide were becoming more tempting than drug addiction. An overdose of deliciously numbing morphine, just one more, to finish it all for good. Leave the unwanted money to that new thing, Friends Of The Earth, or Oxfam ... after all, who would miss me?I checked into the hotel, following my usual ritual, which was a tiny bit comforting. When I thought of the house in the woods, my pulse still quickened.. Theyfired me because the girls said having a sissy like me in the office wastoo distracting. The men in the office all hated having to see apathetic sissy faggot at work. I was crying and walking when the blackMercedes pulled up the curb beside me. A handsome, older man of about50 lowered the window and spoke to me:"Hello. Do you need a ride princess?" he asked me. I stopped cryinglong enough to look at him. He was hot with dark hair and a nice tan.Something about him told me that he was.