." tittered the disturbing Dr. Tom.There were three basic scenarios being zapped into the brains of the captive audience via the Virtual-Reality helme...s; The sandy beach with the long-haired lover, another scenario that resembled a wealthy mansion in the one of the Antebellum Southern States with a clean-cut Aryan blond man with hair neatly pressed into a perfectly styled center-part wearing (but not for long) the blue uniform of the Union army during the Civil War.Last was a swanky, upscale,. It is a cold, cool, warm, hot thing. And the stuff that is important to me changes from time to time. Ken can be great in my eyes one day, and a loser on another day.”“Oh. Maybe it can be complicated. … Ken has fallen asleep,” I remarked, watching him zonked out and snoring on the bed. Marie looked at Ken too, but with an expression of confusion on her face that very soon turned to worry and even fright.“That’s not snoring.” Marie went to Ken’s bed and shook Ken to rouse him. He only. “Nope, that won’t be necessary…yet,” she smiled. I laid down face first on the towel and she poured some oil on my lower back. Off came her mint polo and the bottoms, and, unlike myself, she stripped herself of a white thong bikini as well. She mounted my lower back and I could feel her slightly wet pubic hair against my skin. She poured more oil, this time on her mound, spread her legs wide and grinded herself against me. Sliding back and forth from my buttocks to the middle of my back, she. ‘That’s okay, Jack,’ I say, evenly, ‘I think I pulled a muscle during one of…what did you say your name is, Candy? One of…Candy’s routines. I’m going home to soak it a bit.’ Actually, I was going home to soak my heart in wine! ‘Oh, no!’, exclaimed Candy, (Yuck, I hate that nickname) ‘Make sure you put……’ blah, blah blah, is pretty much what I am hearing. I look over her head and see Jack thanking me and motioning that he will call me. I give him a smirk, thank Candy (YUCK) and leave. On the way.