I am in the now and it is good, but the now is not enough for me as it is for Kitik and for most. When it is slow and dull my mind drifts to shadow. P...rhaps some part of this I take from my father, from Acou, but his shadow is different. Mine does not make pain in me.The shadow of the humans’ speech is another different. I do not know if it is good or it is bad. I think maybe it is neither by itself. But I will learn more of this shadow, and then I may know better.Maggie was still sitting where. Glenn's mind cycled through these events several times, neglecting to go any further in the memory. The way that she had hopped off of him just as he began to orgasm, ruining it. Her look that was a mixture of pity and disgust. How he had walked from the VIP area, escorted by a bouncer, through the club, holding his hands over the embarrassing stain at his crotch. No, the memory stopped at her grinding him until he came, and then cycled back again to her approaching him with a seductive smile. This was some pampering that she had never experienced. After the spray treatment was completed, the artist dressed her in a new pink/black Wicked Weasel, Microminimus bikini that fit her perfectly. She instructed Lisa to wear a pair of black heels that were also provided. Lisa looked at herself in the mirror, she was a true beauty and she was impressed as well as proud of her looks for this important interview. But she was almost naked! The secretary entered her dressing room to escort Lisa to. She pulled away so I could no longer get access to her pussy. "Y'know, I made some money tonight," she said to me.I looked at her, puzzled, the reality of what had happened to me finally beginning to settle somewhere in my confused and fuzzy mind. "Huh?" I made some money tonight." Eh, how much?" I asked, not really understanding what she meant."A dollar." A what?" A dollar. I bet Chris, ah, my boyfriend, a dollar that he could fuck me, walk into our house, shove his cock up your ass without.