I settled into a cushioned chair and took a sip of my coffee. Carla got a wicked look on her face and asked me if I wanted to get stoned with her. I s...id sure. I hadn't gotten stoned in a long time, so I knew I'd only need a few hits. Carla went in to the kitchen and came back a minute later with a pipe and lighter, She lit the bowl and took a long drag, then while still holding it, passed it to me. I took a deep hit, passing it back to her as she exhaled. We each took 3 good hits off the pipe. In the VIP mostly it was the same music, but quieter, the lights were just as dim, but instead of tables and chairs, there were sofas and love seats and benches, it looked more like a large living room. The big difference, almost everyone was naked or close to it and doing whatever they felt like doing. A cute little blonde girl came up to Jeff and led him away towards a sofa, I was looking around when another girl came up to me and asked if I'd like some company, thinking she'd introduce me. I have seen the medical records that Maria and Annabelle meticulouslykept from that first day and thereafter: they recorded the improvementin physical condition, heart rate, muscle tone, body mass index and soon that stemmed from Annabelle's strict diet and the rigorous exerciseregime that was enforced.But for me the most interesting part was Maria's records of the wordassociation game she played over the following six months. On the halfanniversary of our first session, she used exactly the. ‘Who the hell are you? And where did you come from?’ Susan just stared in shock, as if she recognised him. ‘You!’ She said. ‘I thought you were a dream.’ ‘In a way, I was.’ ‘But who are you?’ I asked again. ‘I was supposed to be Miss Susan’s guide onto her next plane of existence, but you appear to have forestalled that. How?’ ‘What do you mean ‘How’. All I did was talk her out of jumping.’ ‘Just by talking eh? Interesting’ He looked at something on the clipboard. ‘Miss Susan, are you still.