.. Where am I?It was the strangest feeling, completely unexpected and yet hauntingly familiar. I could feel the locks of the purge cycle on my mind, i...agine how I would tear my consciousness on the sharp blades of the locks if I fought the cycle and tried to awake before the cycle was complete. And yet... Yes! The locks were disintegrating, dissolving before and within my mind. Was this what it was like to wake up from a purge cycle? It seemed very strange. I thought in another few minutes. After a couple of minutes we heard a male voice scream. “What the fuck?” We looked up to see Steve, a very muscular guy I knew from school. “Oh my god, Steve!” Jenny screamed as she tried to cover her tits with her arm. “You hide those from your boyfriend, but not from this pathetic little boy?” he asked. “Boyfriend?” I asked. “Shut up you little shithead!” he yelled. “Steve, I’m sorry,” Jenny started. “I thought you’d be gone for another two weeks.” “Oh, well, that makes it all okay, doesn’t. While I had zero desire to see the guy naked, I knew Ria would be delighted with the view. A moment later, the women came bouncing back down the stairs holding the two bottles of massage oil Ria and I had brought for the trip. They took one look at me and Connor—both of us lying nude on our respective sofas—and let out a pair of wolf-whistles for our benefit. “Rowr! This is gonna be fun,” Tracy cheered. As Ria approached Connor, I distinctly heard her whisper, “Mmm, I’ve been waiting a whole. He was more than just attractive, he was gorgeous. But there was something else about the gentleman, something familiar. She was certain she had seen him somewhere before, yet her memory was ephemeral at that moment. He stood there for a minute before she realized she was like a deer caught in the headlights. She mumbled and stuttered just a bit and quickly buried her face in her hands. He cleared his throat and she looked up at him. He was bundling up the dainties she had donned earlier in the.