Gyalis of the Galaxy

Why aliens don't abduct Jamaicans

The first thing that Trevor saw when he awoke from his slumber was what looked like an enormous strobe-light that hung from the ceiling.

It spun a luminous rainbow of colors that swallowed his haggard face and sizzled his tired eyes. Since Trevor wasn’t wearing his glasses the ball of light forced him to squint. Trevor was still naked, but as he felt the cold metallic slab against his bare back, he realized that he was no longer in his warm king-sized bed.

Groggy and punch-drunk from a night of hard partying, Trevor didn’t have a clue where he was. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep next to the two sexy Bajan runway models who were stacked on top of each other like waffles and covered in Log Cabin pancake syrup after a night of cabin stabbin’.