“Ben, this is Michael Ryan. You might remember his parents, Ed and Connie. They died in that awful accident last year. Michael is operating his fath...r’s grove by himself and doing a darn good job.”Ben sized me up, and I could tell he wasn’t impressed with a seventeen year old grove owner. The Sheriff put him straight before he might have said something unkind. “You’ll find Michael has a keen eye for the citrus business. His father was so impressed with Michael’s understanding of their groves. He was in a huge, vaulted stone room. The floor was covered in silver inlay in the shape of a massive pentagram, with strange inscriptions in red metal and black metal. He was within the pentagram, slightly off center. This barely registered, as he stared at what surrounded him.At each point of the pentagram of stood an incredible vision of beauty, dressed in nothing but flesh. All five women were naked, kneeling with heads bowed. Once again the chanting resumed. Mike looked around the room and. She seemed to know how sensitive his testicles were and how much he enjoyed her tender caresses as she used her artistic ability to arouse him even further. The gentle touches of her hands on his most intimate parts were bringing him dangerously close to a climax. She must have sensed this and moved along to other parts of his anatomy, all the while brushing his erection just enough to keep him at the peak of his passion.When she excused herself and said that she must to go and wash the oil off. She hadn’t had to. He lived in a high-rise dorm with reinforced concrete walls and a roof far overhead. She lived on the top floor of what could have been a private house -- luxurious for one family, but there were larger ones -- with wooden walls. She could hear the storm even now.“Yeah.”“You don’t want to go out in that, and I don’t want to take you out in that.”“Well, no.”“It’s gauche of me to invite myself over, but do you want a study date tonight and a movie some other time?” That would.