I had finally talked my dancing beauty Gina into a date and, after a fancy dinner and a movie, we ended up parking by the lake, having the place to ou...selves without another person or another car anywhere in sight.Not that it mattered to me anyway. I had a vision of beauty before me that eclipsed any I'd ever seen in Playboy or Penthouse. I'd never seen a girl more beautiful than Gina did before me on this night. She had on a tight mini skirt and a silky black top that almost seemed like it was. It was surprising comfortable.“So a guy just lays back in here like this and another guy can fuck him, right?” I remarked.“Exactly,” Trevor said.He walked up between my spread legs. Lightly, he stroked my calves with his fingers.“The top just stands here like this,” he said in a hushed voice, “Then he can do as he wishes with the bottom.”“Then I guess you can do as you wish with me right now,” I said, suddenly excited by the prospect.Trevor slipped off his briefs and tank top. He bent over and. Closer to God? Well, I couldn’t testify to that.The jury were seated when the court deputy escorted me in. Five women, seven men. Four alternates — two and two. On the seated jury, there were three Hispanics, three blacks, one Asian. Our gal — Megan O’Reilly was seated in the front row, far right. She had an open notebook and a pen poised to do its business. A good sign for the good guys according to Hilary. A juror who takes notes is known as a scorekeeper.Unfortunately, the Defense’s secret. "You think so Max? When we broadcast to the world what you and yourcorporation are up to and the atrocities you have committed, everyonewill rebel. You won't be making any more Binominal Hominoids, in factI think every Hominoid ever built will be jeopardy." Mark poked him inthe ribs with the toe of his boot."You think people are going to believe you; the leader of a shit-potanti-Hominoid terror group? People love their Hominoids! Industrycan't function without them! Off world exploration.