Tom was sitting on his porch, drinking a beer, when he saw the strange lights in the sky. They seemed to be in a circle and they blinked blue, yellow and red. They didn’t look like any plane he’d ever seen before. He headed off into his cornfield to get a better look. Walking between the long, straight rows of prime Iowa corn he kept one eye on the sky. It was still there and, if anything, the circle seemed to be getting bigger. Whatever it was seemed to be coming closer to the ground. A white light began glowing in the center. Darned, if it didn’t look some kind of flying saucer, Tom thought. He saw a thick beam of white light and then his world went black.

When he woke up he was lying on a table in a white room. Several ceiling to floor length mirrors reflected back the sterile white. The only thing breaking up the color scheme was his mostly tanned naked body on the table. Staring into one of the mirrors he could see the tan lines from his tee shirt. His legs weren’t as tanned as his arms. He’d been working the farm since he was a boy and, even in his mid thirties, his body was well muscled and his belly was flat. Two things seemed out of place though. He had a small red rash on the right side of his neck and a solid erection sticking out from his brown pubes. For some reason he was horny as hell.

Suddenly he realized that one of the white panels that made up the room was glowing green. He didn’t know why he knew that he was supposed to touch the panel, only that he knew that was what he had to do next. He felt a light vibration through his fingers and watched in amazement as the panel faded away revealing another room.