Their opinions were very one sided, outdated and old fashioned, considering the times we lived in. A person who was involved in any of the arts, wheth...r that be music, theater and performing arts or an artist was automatically labeled a 'lazy punk' by my parents. Only the very brave got my parents started on the topic of gay people. My parents being so strict and conservative, I wanted to test them and push them to the limits, doing all the things that had been banned from us and labeled as. . special. I'm really not."Armand looked at the young man in front of him. The doorman was no geneticist but even he could see that Andy was everything the newspaper had purported him to be - at least as far as his heritage."Uh, I'm just going to head to the garage to get my car," Andy said. "Regan ... my girlfriend ... is buying an umbrella." The hotel would have been happy to let you use one of ours," Armand pointed out."Yeah," Andy said, smiling slightly. "The problem is that I tend to lose. He'd even be willing to share her with his 'arch-rival', the equally-unfortunately-named Tom Baker, if it meant they could spend their final days happily. But it wasn't to be, and if the silence in the reactor room meant what he feared, even their minutes together were over.Roger began to feel light headed, and the room faded out as he wished his never-to-be lover good bye. The silver shell formed around him, and he vanished along with the rest of the 'bridge' crew.It wasn't long before the. Ohmygod! Where am I?!?? Why can't I move my arms? Oh shit!! My arms seem to be tied tightly together from wrist to shoulder. Fuck! No wonder my shoulders hurt so badly. I can't feel my hands! My entire hands are tingling. Presumably from lack of blood flow.FUCKKKKK!!! MY ENTIRE BODY IS IN ENORMOUS PAIN!!!!!What was that? My entire body went cool for a moment. Is that air movement? If I could only see and hear. What just touched me? Something cold, very cold. Or was it hot? I CAN'T TELL....