The comedian on stage was Eva Kross. Sam had never heard of her before, but the higher than normal ticket price suggested she was a rising star in sta...d-up.On stage Eva continued firing off short anecdotal jokes. “Patrick on the other hand said he doesn’t mind having a lesbian friend. I’m still a woman who won’t sleep with him, but at least he doesn’t have to take it personally.”Laughter swept across the crowd.Seated before a cluster of empty glasses and beer bottles Sam found that he really. I nod my head trying to look like I am not too eager but the moan that comes from my lips gives me away. This receives another one of those glorious chuckles and I moan again. “I guess I will have to find out for myself then,” he says mysteriously. My breathing catches at the tone in his voice and struggle to find a crack in the blindfold to get a glimpse of what he is planning. Unfortunately I find none. And then I feel his touch. My body breaks out in goose bumps as my arousal skyrockets. He. People say things about public transport being questionable, but I’ve never had any complaints. Now, on the day in question – yeah, I know, it sounds like a police report, but how else do you phrase it? – I was catching a bus. It was a good bus, I’d give it a seven. Fairly clean, not too tardy with the timetable, all in all, a good day of family fun. So, of course, me being the cool guy I like to believe I am, I was sitting right up the back, and inexplicably, no-one else was. Then again, it is. “Yes...”“Ok then, well, try being nice to people, make way for them when they pass you in a corridor, be polite, maybe try to learn some alien games so you can socialize, humans love playing, it’s practically all we do.”“Borealans play games too.”“Ok, good, that’s somewhere to start.”She went back to her breakfast, occasionally glancing up at the other Borealans, was that expression resentment? Longing? I couldn’t tell. I had underestimated how hard being excommunicated from her pack had hit.