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"That's my wife! You bastards have my wife!"
"SHE'S NOT YOURS. SHE IS OURS. ALWAYS HAS BEEN ALWAYS WILL BE."
I cried out, "She's mine! That's my wife!"
I can't tell you how bizarre this was. I couldn't help but laugh, and it felt good to have laughter come out of my unparalyzed mouth. Our shared laughter sounded odd, echoing in that alien room, but it was a human sound, and I cherished it.
On first impressions, these inter-dimensional travelers look like spirits or ghosts. Some look frozen in time. Others look like the spirits of the deceased trapped in a movie loop. Still others appear to be alive, with a sense of self and purpose.
I must say it was rather odd. There was never any physical contact. My whole body, though, at this point was in euphoria. The aliens would then somehow capture this sexual energy and pass it around.
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