I AM A FUGITIVE FROM ANOTHER GALAXY --3 - Sex Stories

I AM A FUGITIVE FROM ANOTHER GALAXY --3

Revised to remove several references to underage sex. This will complete the story. CHAPTER 8 Donald went back to play baseball the following afternoon. The relieved Joey refused to pitch to him, passing the honor to another player. Donald found that he was able to hit successfully. I enabled him to keep his eye on the ball and to begin his swing in time to make good contact. Best of all, he was able to hit a variety of pitches—inside, outside, some of which curved almost a foot. We began our work on Saturday morning having picked up all the supplies we needed at Radio Shack during the week. Gina was conspicuously absent as I placed Donald into a trance. I would use him as I would a robot, moving his arms and fingers much faster and more effectively than he could ever hope to on his own. We began with a circuit board—4 inches by 6. I soldered a number of transistors and diodes into place. I added a capacitor and stopped for the day. I didn’t want him in this state for more than an hour at a time. I covered the board with a cloth and set it aside. Donald took the toaster apart, removing the simple controls, but leaving the panels in place. They were very similar to what I had used on Aquaria years ago. We continued Sunday afternoon. This time Gina was here, but not in the garage with us. I made some modifications to the controls, using the darkness control to determine the approximate strength of the ray and the bread slide as the trigger. We were almost done—all we needed ...

... now was a source of carbon to use as a solar collector. Donald asked Joey to drive him to Home Depot where he bought several Heavy Duty lantern batteries. I opened them and extracted the carbon cores, cleaning any solvents from their surfaces. I placed them in the oven and baked at 450 degrees for an hour to crystallize the carbon. I coated the cylinders with a mixture of what were common household chemicals on this planet and baked them in, again at 450 degrees. I attached them to the surface of the toaster, connected the wires, and I was done. Donald, however, had a suggestion—“How am I supposed to hold this thing? How about some handles?” We went back to Home Depot and looked at several before selecting two and some self-tapping metal screws. I showed Donald how to take aim. He positioned the handles, drilled eight holes and secured them. “Don’t we have to test it?” (NO, DONALD. TRUST ME IT WILL WORK AND IF WE TEST IT THE RESULTS WILL BECOME PUBLIC. THAT WOULD BE A MISTAKE. WE WILL GO TO THE ARMY BASE ON SATURDAY. THERE WILL BE A TEST OF A NEW WEAPON SYSTEM THEN. HOWEVER, IT WILL NOT BE THE TEST THEY ARE EXPECTING. I BELIEVE GINA SHOULD REMAIN HERE. IT IS MUCH EASIER FOR ME TO PROTECT YOU THAN HER. THERE MAY BE SOME DANGER—MORE IF SHE IS THERE. WE WILL SEE HER ONCE WE ARE DONE.) Saturday morning I placed Mrs. Dugan into a trance and had her drive us to the boundary of the base. Then I sent her home thinking that Donald was at baseball practice. Donald walked around the ...