I know Kaijin, well, more or less. They usually don't stick around long enough to really get to know anyone, especially not long enough to bend someone like me willingly over a table. They also aren't usually nearly as attractive as Basco.

You live and learn and roll with the punches. Or Kaijin dick's stuck in your ass.

I decide not to clench around him again, his bite didn't hurt that much, but I don't really want to press my luck.

"Sounds harsh." It's not the best comment to such a story about one's past and home, but what else can I say? We're all much more than what our pasts say we should be. I am also still quite a bit dazed, and words are a fun challenge right now.