It seems as real as anything else, despite it’s multitudinous artificial qualities. There is still something kind of hot about being trapped here, ...hough… About not knowing how I’ve come to this place, and having less idea still of how such a place could even come to be. It’s hard to see why, but there’s even a mysterious something that turns me on about not knowing who or what has taken me… Or how, or why they are holding me.It’s so strange here, but not necessarily in an unappealing way… . Finally it was my turn. I made a big show of taking a dare since everybody else seemed too chickenshit to do it. Which may have been what got me into this predicament but whatever. "Alright Petey, once around the block in the buff. Let's see how brave you really are." Sam said. I jumped up, quickly lifted my shirt over my head and, undoing my belt, slipped my shorts and boxers over my sneakers. I then took off out of the gate of the privacy fence and into the night. Parties must have still been. ’ Tom and I then French kissed and I loved it. Another French kiss and I asked, ‘How am I doing so far?’ Tom grinned ‘Pretty good, but more learning is needed,’ as we kissed again. John was heading back to the truck and I saw Debbie give a big wave as she went inside. We arrived at my driveway and Tom walked me to the door and we French kissed three more times. He then grinned, ‘Not bad, Susie, but you still need some practice.’ I was on cloud nine as I went inside. Mom was waiting for me as I. . lighten. Come on!” She clapped her hands, turning and floating through the now heavily cratered suburb. Helen giggled and shot Qasim. But then, from the rubble, Squire Fireheart stepped up to her side. She put her hands on her hips, then shook her head.“So far?” she asked. “I have to say, the way you Starkers do war sucks.” She spat. “And meeting the Dark Lord is a huge disappointment.”“Welcome to Stark,” Helen said, then slapped her back.Hua sat on Qasim’s shoulder as Annie laid her hands on.