More so than of his cross-dressing habit."Breakfast is ready." Mrs. Sherman chirped as Mike headed downstairs to the kitchen. His father was reading t...e paper and his mother was sitting at the table."Have you heard the wonderful news?" Mrs. Sherman said as she took a sip of coffee. "Someone has bought the house next door. They have a daughter your age." New neighbors?" Mike froze. His thoughts were back on the movers he saw and realized it wasn't part of his dream. His mother stared at him. She lightly bit at Jake's neck, running her tongue over his skin which still burned with her alien saliva, but it was pleasant sort of pain. She ran her searing tongue up to his face, sliding over his cheek and across lips as Jake realized the alien woman had no idea how to kiss. *I am so sorry, Jake-lover/mate,* she repeated and there was that deep sense of guilt again as she buried her face into his shoulder *Sorry for what? This is incredible,* Jake honestly told her. His face was nestled in. She wasn't feeling too great when Paul entered her room less than an hour later. He had a rather grimly apologetic expression on his face."Hate to have to tell you this, Pal, but you're the latest guinea pig for our test lab."She looked at him for several seconds, trying to understand what was happening. As the import of his words sank in, she began to see Heidi's ravaged body in her imagination."Betty's already a test case, and Heidi hasn't recovered enough to start a new series. We have to. I walked out of his classroom feeling defeated. The rest of the day felt like a blur, but the bus ride home, I felt like vomitting. Usually after I get home, I'd play some video games and chat online with friends but I didn't feel like doing anything. I just laid in my bed, thinking the worst. Would he make me give him a blowjob? Or worse, would he fuck me? No, we wouldn't do anything like that. He's a teacher! He probably has a wife and kid that we don't even know about. Maybe he just needed.