It was a graveyard at night. Lao FanCemetery, from the looks of it. Kinny recognized the wall, a chaoticjumble of burned and melted bricks. Some of th... graves were fresh.Some gravestones were in English, others in a variety of Asianscripts. Kinny saw a few jokes CGI'd into the epitaphs. For instance:'Won Hung Lo,''Look behind you!'and,'Got XY?'The mist looked fake. It was probably CGI. Or else it was cheapHalloween special-effects fog.Kinny saw a lurker in a tree there. Its eyes were looking at. There were two ornate oak doors, one at each end of the room.For a minute I entertained the idea that perhaps I had died, and that heaven was actually a bordello. Sweet. But then I glanced to the corner and saw my flychair. I hadn't died after all. I summoned the flychair and was quite surprised to find myself completely free of pain. My left arm felt weak but moved freely. Even the tear on my shoulder had been repaired.As I climbed into the chair, one of the doors opened. She walked in with a. More importantly, helearned that Mike wore Jockey slim guy boxers in white andlight blue. Jeff made sure he owned the same underwear as Mike. Hisplan was to exchange his pair for one of Mike's. And a coupleweeks after swim practice started, Jeff was ready to put hisplan in action. Mike had worn light blue boxers and Jeff wasready for the switch. Unbeknownst to Mike, when he dressedafter practice that day, he was wearing Jeff's shorts. That night Jeff mercilessly jacked off in Mike's. We met in the hotel bar, she looked stunning as she walked into the bar, her formal business clothes replaced by a low cut clinging black dress which stopped above her knees and which left her arms uncovered, dark legs, I hoped stockings, and high heels completed the picture, but the most impressive change was her hair, gone was the neat easily managed tight hairstyle that I normally saw it was replaced by long straight hair which fell well below her shoulders, and framed her face. I don't.