I kept shooting the alien insects. The hard pressing into my ass continued. My shooting continued. And then he put his arm up onto the top of the machine and suddenly his entire body was curved against mine and I instantly knew what was not pressing into me. It was not a poster. It was not wrapping paper. I looked to my right, tried to turn to look at him but his arm had me locked in. He was too close for me to see his face. What I saw instead was an Asian boy standing about ten feet away, staring at us. I thought to myself, What must this look like?
