We had discussed a number of interesting subjects sitting in the dim light of the live girl’s private club down in California’s generally boring c...pitol city of Sacramento and I always intended to follow through on my promise to visit at a later date. Then I was interrupted by military service and my subsequent brush with time and space as I was catapulted back in time to the American Civil War.There were two roads that led up into the Portland area.The maps were really a joke because they were. I was assuming at first I wouldn’t. They both asked me to be there. I reserved it for Lavi, she wanted to spend her birthday with Melissa. I wanted her to have a special night with the woman she loves.”“I’m still confused because Melissa is seeing you.”“And for reasons I don’t understand, she decided that she felt safe now admitting how she felt about Lavi. My guess is that she didn’t see herself as a lesbian but once she knew she wasn’t one she felt freer to admit how she felt about Lavi. It. " Damn, slut, you're gonna squeeze my cock off, they weren't lying about you on that livestream."The comments came one after another, blending together as I saw a cameraman moving around, getting close-ups and different angles, my face clear as day, stuffed with strangers' cocks. In between sucking cocks, I caught glimpses of the edited video on the big screen, the men taunting me as they said how good I looked over the stump, and in the theater. I started to imagine an endless supply of. Something isn’t right, I thought. Too many nights have been interrupted with these nightmares, each of them different but somehow connected. When I wake from them, something odd takes place in my reality. This time it’s the suitcase, last time it was the bottle of mouthwash that mysteriously appeared on the bathroom counter. Maybe I’m losing my mind. Perhaps all of the stress over the last year has finally taken its toll and I’ve snapped. Maybe I forget small details like leaving the mouthwash.