“Holy fuck sis”“Greg please! Do you believe me or not?”“Well can you make someone suck my cock or something?”“No, the people involved us...ally have no idea once I start controlling them and therefore no memory afterwards. And it seems I have to have them in my vision and keep the fantasy going until the end and make them go back to what they are doing”“Why?” he had a puzzled look on his face“Well I made a couple fuck in the park and turned to leave just after they came and they both came out of. Now I was showered and all fresh and I slipped on the top and let the silk caress my skin. My reflection in the mirror took my breath away. I lifted my arms to ruffle my freshly washed pixie haircut and the cami rose up to reveal my shaven mound. On the table beside my bed was a book of Jenneke’s photos so I sat on my bed with the book on my lap. I looked at page after page of the most shockingly erotic images I had ever seen. Exquisitely beautiful bodies entwined, all in the most natural of. Sure seems like you shit in your nest. What made you do something dumb like that anyway?" Hell, Gregg. Don't you think I know that? I loved Stephanie with all my heart. I just ... I've asked myself that same question for months and I can't answer it. All I know is I fell under Dianne's spell. From that first day when I met her she excited me. Hell, she was the one who began making the suggestive comments during our phone calls. She began coming to our house without an invitation during her. Fine.” Ughh. Watching some playback from the cameras after a couple of days made everyone groan because of how bad it was. Further, all the foreplay and romance in the group had totally vanished, except for what went on behind closed doors. There were no kisses hello or goodbye. No hugs. No handshakes and back slaps. Just mechanical humanoid robots walking through the day.Brian Knight, an NBC producer, showed up on Sunday evening. He met with us informally, and urged us to get over the hurdle.