Neither of us wanted anything more than a bed to sleep in. Our flight home would be mid-afternoon. Karl was not there. He left a note on our bed. “...ill be back tomorrow. Don’t worry.” I needn’t have worried. Karl arrived chipper and well-rested in plenty of time for the flight home. Where that rest occurred, I don’t know and he didn’t volunteer. Rex had purchased a return First Class ticket for me; Karl again rode coach. I was settling in, waiting for take-off when the last passenger made. I realized then that we didn't have time for a shower together. I left her alone to finish washing and dressing. She came out of the bathroom freshly scrubbed and dressed. We gathered up her books and book bag and headed for the car. At the last minute I ran back into the house to put a fan in the bedroom window. I wanted the room aired out before Monica arrived. I dropped Mandy off behind the library at 12:45 having agreed to meet again at our regular time on Tuesday. I went back home to. . if at all. And Changeling, put that thing away.”“I like my dick,” Changeling said.“I like her dick too,” said Artemis, her wicked smile returning.Well, I was outvoted.Once we arrived in the bedroom, Artemis discarded her diaphanous white dress with one smooth motion of her hand. As always, I took a moment to marvel at her body, perfectly sculpted from the lift of her ass to the slight swell of her biceps -- and of course her large, full breasts. Changeling pulled off her clothes slightly less. ’ You think to yourself. Slowly you become aware of a rhythmic beeping somewhere nearby. The sound sends sharp pangs of pain through your skull. You hope whatever is making the noise will shut up. But no matter how many times you wish for silence, the beeping continues. You force you gummy eyelids open but quickly close them as the light seems to lance through your brain. After a short rest you try again, taking it slow this time. As your eyes adjust to the light, the pain becomes bearable. .