I don’t even like it that much. I can’t ... oh!”“What is it?”“I’ve just thought. Last night, I thought Jim and some of his friends had b...en drinking. I wondered where they’d got it from. He must have taken it when he was over here last. I’m sorry.”Phyllis was inclined to believe her daughter. She knew she was usually truthful and she remembered seeing Jim, the last time he was over, slipping furtively out of the lounge where the drinks cabinet was. Even so, it was still her daughter’s. ‘The idea of dating one cheerleader was a completely outrageous goal for a kid like me. Now here was an entire squad of cheerleaders, who at least appeared to be begging me to fuck every one of them.’ ‘That’s a powerful image,’ I agreed. ‘Indeed. Sometime soon after they got the attention of every camera within 200 yards with their ‘fuck’ routine, the truck from Al-Jazeera showed up.’ ‘Oh I remember hearing about that.’ ‘Yeah, it was all over the tabloid press.’ ”Harem: Al-Jazeera’ was the. He carefully arranged some cushion on the bare floorboards of his flat,turned out the lights, lay back with the headphones and pressed play.The sound of the hypnotic voice entered his head, his face lit from theglow of the laptop screen.He was trying baby time files, and diaper wetting and loss of bladdercontrol. He looped the files and fell asleep. He eventually awoke, butfelt no effects. He repeated the files over several nights, as he hadresearched.Later in the week he had the urge to go and. So I justfelt like a robot without privates of any sort running or something, theonly thing that did make me feel like a girl though was my hair wavingaround as I moved from side to side running.That day in gym we played basketball. I guess that when we switched, wegained each others' talents, because I was one of the star players on thegirls team I was on. They had made teams of 4 and there was a 4 on 4 girlstournament and a 4 on 4 boys tournament. At first, I accidentally went overto the boys.