I quit.”She waited until they’d cleared the lobby before she asked Phil for his phone. She burst into tears before Phil could fish his phone from ...is suit jacket. They had to cross the street anyway so instead of leading her to the parking garage beneath the building he produced a second keycard and ushered her through.Nikki didn’t stop crying until the elevator stopped on the top floor.“Where are we?” she asked as Phil ushered her inside.“My apartment,” Phil said. “Take a few minutes to pull. She made coffee, and drank it slowly propped up by her pillows, time passed, was he not up, or had he not read the message…. tired from the sleepless night, nothing to get up for, she dozed, suddenly awaken by the `ping’ of a message, was it him… she hauled the laptop to her…it was, he said he was pleased, and asked when? She replied she needed to strike while the iron was hot or she may bottle out, so sooner rather than later…then added, I want one or two changes though. The reply was that he. You _ARE _dead. Is this heaven? Hell? Probably Hell with how much you fap...and to _WHAT _you fap."You are not in Hell, Richard. You are not dead, either." You finally brave opening your eyes to find yourself in what appears to be a beautiful dreamscape. All around you is the funky, cosmos of space, far more vibrant than any sci fi you've seen. Looking down at the cold smooth surface beneath you...was a mistake. There's nothing beneath you. Oddly enough, you don't feel the vertigo you would. I felt ashamed to see the cock of a stranger, but i cannot help. He was wobling and i was afraid i may have to support him if he falls down. I stood closer to the stool. His cock, large in size, even when it was limp and his balls covered but was clearly visible. Instead of watching the fan, i was watching his cock and how it was moving corresponding to his body movement. He did not notice my watching his secret treasure since he was busy to remove the fan with his pliar and the screw driver..