“Yeah,” I said, still half-asleep. At this point I had no recollection of the incident with Truly. “My throat isn’t as sore.” “Must be the...medicine,” he said. “You might be fit for the party after all.” “Party?” I asked. It sounded more like a yawn than a word, but my dad understood. “Guess you weren’t really awake when I told you,” he said. “I’ll tell you later. Here, swallow this.” I lifted my head up, gulped down the foul-tasting medicine, and rested back onto the pillows. My father left. Then she pulled at my neck to crook me back up for the audience to see better. I’d hardly had time to get my mind around what was going on because I had a fixation on that darned butt plug, trying to get that misery out of my mind. Now, already, that was history. Lilly massaged the back side of my penis as it jumped up and out straight, curled and started throbbing and growing longer. She kept me turning, fingers anchored, slowly round and round to give all a good look. The crowd was in awe and. ‘Want to drop by your old place and get your car?’ ‘Nah. Let it wait until tomorrow. I’m sure Mr. Langley won’t mind. It’s not as if anyone’s living there right now.’ She snorted and buckled her seat belt. ‘You know, he isn’t your landlord anymore. You don’t have to call him ‘Mr. Langley’. Hell, you’re an adult. Well, at least chronologically.’ She snorted again and slapped him on the shoulder. This was one of their tried-and-true routines, but this time Maya winced and gripped her shoulder.. There was a great golden spiral curving up around the inside of the cylinder, making one and half revolutions before reaching the top miles above her.After a moment the scene blurred, and Cindy was falling backwards against giant red soap bubbles, a deep red light glowing all around her. The bubbles were much, much larger than her body, and her body felt strange, smaller and more agile than it should.Cindy felt very calm. The slippery bubbles would compress when her body hit them, almost.