It had only been two days since the first time we had made love, but I knew I couldn’t hold out for much longer.Dad had told us we were going out th...t night to celebrate my sister’s birthday. Our whole family and my aunt, who was staying with us, were going and it was almost guaranteed to be another boring night. I knew I had to be patient to be with Mom, I couldn’t risk Dad, or anyone else for that matter, finding out about us.When I saw Mom in her dress for that night my jaw almost dropped to. I don’t like loud noises. Loud noises echo inside my head and won’t stop. Sometimes the noises are voices, sometimes they are just noise. Sometimes I just have to scream until the noise goes away. My own screaming doesn’t count as noise inside my head, maybe because I know it’s something I control. I don’t know what it is that makes me be like that, I just am because I am.Sometimes my brother yells at me, “Shut up. Shut the fuck up! Bitch.” I just scream longer and louder. I am not ‘Bitch’, I. Inside her head my ship dispensed with its little wings as it flexed and tumbled along the beasts inner membranes. Long thin claws grew in their place, tearing at the creatures flesh to halt my momentum. I heard them popping and stretching and breaking and hooking again until I came to a stop. It was dark now. I am not a scientist at all, but I was aware of how the sphere worked. It began stealing nutrients from my host to sustain me. It would grow legs like a spider and begin the journey up. You are nervous as you stand on my front porch and push the doorbell button. I come to the door and invite you into my home. We sit down on the couch to chat for a bit. One of the things I like about men is that we don't need to go through a ritual of going out to dinner, having some wine and maybe, eventually, getting around to sex. Between men, we know why we got together.After just a little small talk, I ask you what sexual activity you enjoy most. You say you're new to bi-sexual.