"Ah, here we go again," Sally said, apparently unperturbed by the siren and light. The second door opened to allow them out into Cavor wing.Terry saw ... typical hospital corridor, with medical staff, nurses and a few patients moving around. One man was waggling his fingers in front of his eyes, his face a mask of utter amazement. A new hand, or maybe even a whole new arm, he thought.Apart from the three of them, Terry saw that all the staff were Confederacy. Cavor wing was far larger than he had. For truly the first time, I realized that my inner monologue always seemed to take on the voice of my grandfather, who'd died about 18 months ago. I suppose my subconscious stereotyped him for his tidbits of wisdom he had never seemed to run out of and decided it would be natural to hear things in his voice.As I continued to look up at the stars, it felt like something inside me was drawing me towards them. Ever since witnessing a space shuttle launch from Cape Canaveral when I was little, I'd. ”“You’re a closeted queer as much as Eddie was.”“I’m not. Thinking and acting are completely different things. An occasional thought does not make me gay, or even bisexual. It makes me human, with a complicated mind where anything can come up. And no, it never makes me come up. Fucking or being fucked by men has never been a fantasy. Touching or being touched. Blowing or being blown.”“You sure? I’ve heard men can be better at it, like women are better at eating women’s cunts.”He laughed. “No. I shoved my sweats down, my cock leaping up, while admiring how her pussy was perfectly framed by her thighs - such a sexy sight!I touched her lightly dusted cleft. She was slippery with cum just inside. Horny since breakfast, I gripped my shaft and moved closer, my tip touching her, excitement building, need driving me. I wasted no time. This was sex for the pure fun of it. Pressing at her, her labia bulged and spread. Her entrance resisted. I pressed harder, felt her stretch, excitement.