As far as I can see, his onlyescape is a new identity, and I owe him at least that much." " I think i knowwhat you mean. I mean, he was so easy to con...rol and to please when I waswith him, it was really quite embarrassing really. He never got anywhere inbed, and I think i dated him partially just so the other men at collegewouldn't pick at him. You know, I don't think it was completely his faultthough. I have seen his family photos at his aunt's home before she died, andthere were alot of. "The man was very patient and said he would keep sucking it until I got hard. It seemed to take forever and the longer it took the more nervous I got, but eventually I got a boner. Once I did then I came real fast." "Then what?" "He said we should take a walk. There were some woods behind where we were parked, and when we got out of sight he told me to get on my knees and - you know." "He wanted you to suck his cock, and you did." "I tried but I wasn't very good at it. After a while he had me. They were hot and heavy for a couple years, then, he had to move. Oh yea, there were the occasional reunions. It never seemed to take long to get right back on track. They always seemed to be in sync with each other. But ten years is a lot. They had kept in touch on the Internet. Every year or so one would drop the other a note. More to the "Hi, thought of you wondered how you were doing" kind of thing. After all they both had lives, children and spouses. Their bodies were the only things they. Or rather, it’s you.”She spun again, facing the mirror, sure that someone was hiding behind it. She let out a soft gasp of surprise at what she saw, for her reflection didn’t look at all surprised but rather... pleased.“I must be dreaming!” she said, reaching out to press her hand against the reflective glass.“Must you?” she, or rather, her reflection, replied, its hand pressed palm to palm with hers.“I cannot say for sure. This has been a very curious day, after all.”She stepped back,.