Sam was shaken awake when the box was moved from the truck. Heheard voices, all of them male. The box was removed and the light wasso bright he had to...shade his eyes and he was brought on stage withseveral other girls. "What?s going on?" Sam asked the wizard. "Youdon?t act like this in the Internet stories?" "I always count on foolish people like you believing in those fictionalstories to transform young saps like you into slaves." The Wizardgrinned. "You need to get your just desserts. We are. What the hell? You're not going to tell me you robbed a bank or something?" "Nope. This is pretty much along the same lines. Sex, sex, and more sex. I may be a man whore." I laughed. "You'll learn what I've learned, Peter. Sex is good. All the time, and all of it. If you don't rape anyone or something, you know?" "Oh, I didn't rape anybody. But tell you what, do you think Sheila is looking more happy lately, too?" I grinned at her face as she blushed again. "You didn't! She's pregnant. She's. There was a notorious bench in the local park which sat directly opposite a thick bush, it was notorious to us girls as men would jack off when we sat there.One afternoon on an unexpected half day off I wandered on my own down to the bench, I was in the mood to watch some action, and within a short time an older man walked past, looking directly at me, as I looked at him and smiled.He walked back and went off the tarmacked path and ducked into the bushes.I waited for him to start and when he. The way hestill shyly avoided a direct gaze gave his newfound beauty a powerfulinnocence.For a moment his pretty eyes widened, then they closed and those kissablelips formed a perfect O as one last, admittedly drastic, pair of adjustmentstook place above and below. When her eyes reopened, my very new friend tooka moment to steady herself before speaking."Well. Guess I'll fill it up a bit, look up the nearest garage and go fromthere," she said, her voice light, melodic and meek as ever. "Thanks.