Sandra looked up and realised that the aliens were watching me closely.'Some kind of test?' she wondered, then it hit her, 'Maybe I am to pick a man t... share my cell, and my bed?'Feverishly she clicked through the pictures, but didn't recognise any of them; no Robert Redford, no Richard Geer, no Hugh Grant, just ordinary people, strangers and none any more or less appealing than the others. Then one picture caught Sandra's eye as they flicked through on fast forward, achieved by holding one of. Oh, and you don’t need to worry about her father showing up with a shotgun. I’m going to bed, love you.”“That shit isn’t funny Barnim.”I chuckled, went upstairs took a shower and went to bed.Waking up and going on my run felt good, replaying the night before in my head. Coming in from my run, mom was in the kitchen making French toast.“Sit down, it’s breakfast time.”I got some OJ and sat. It seemed everyone was still asleep which wasn’t surprising for 7am on a Saturday though. What was. It was only this glance that allowed her to jerk her hips forward at the last second, barely keeping her shorts out of his grasp."Who wants to see Cinthea get naked?" said the Raider, casting his boyish grin to the gathered students.There were three general reactions to Raider. First, there were the girls who disapproved of the way he "harvested" the academy's female population for the underpants he needed to cast his spells. They would give him looks and shake their heads, but were mostly glad. I came up out of the basement with questions about the instant hot water system and the government rebates on it. She was answering me nervously until I finally spoke."I'll do it. I want it." Making sure she would be able to take it any way that she liked."I can draw up the papers?" she asked nervously.I nodded and put out my hand and she shook mine with her clammy sweaty hand."Let's go back to your office and take care of things." I said turning on my heel and heading out.She slowly followed.