At lunch I crossed paths with a techy web manager, Tom Giaconda (Achronos) of Bungie. Sitting across from one another, we smiled, exchanged a few words, then went on what I thought to be an ordinary day. Boy was I wrong. Unexpectedly, he ran back with my forgotten notebook, a funny looking banana sketched inside. Why, I wasn't sure. Then it him me, figuratively and literally. He rammed his peenie into my ass. I grunted--startled--then let go and found myself in a moan, then a howl. The banana was a phallic symbol. We knocked over the dinnerware and I spread out my legs, releasing a fresh bowel movement. He ate me out, roared with pleasure, then rhythmically thrust in my -blam!- region. We were the center of the table--in fact, the center of attention. We made loves like dancers, monkeys even. He was an explorer in my tropical rear. Then he jzed. And I ate.