" I said, emphasising word lied."Peter, please! I will tell you all about it, I promise. Just let me get changed. When I come down, we'll have a drin... and talk. I need you to be strong but please don't think I don't love you any more or anything like that. I love you with all my heart but this is very important to me and so I am looking to you for understanding and support. Now please let me get dressed. Get some wine from the garage and pour me a large glass of white, would you?"This looked. .? It seemed right.She needed to distract herself. "So, um...what is it like outside of this room?" She headed toward the door.He paused. "Oh...there's another room just like this one next door. I woke up and then something grabbed me and shoved me in here." Did you see what it was?" She was examining the door now. It had no handle or any other way she could see of opening it.He seemed perplexed. "No...weird...maybe the aliens have mind powers?"The door had slid open and closed earlier. She. This was driving him crazy. Her hand moved again. He couldn't get out of his head the thought of turning her on her back, pulling her leggins down and giving her the good fucking that she needed to finally pop that little ** year old cherry. "What are you doing?" he asked her."Nothing." she said, in a little voice.No, you are certainly up to something, I thought to myself as I sat back up, with her still on my side.Everything was happening so quickly after that. She kept her hands tight around. Weir?you know you lookquite familiar, sir.? The kid looked over Fenton?s shoulder, and then went intohis drawer, and pulled out a tattered 1981 copy of LEATHER CHERUBIM magazine. The kid was laughing somewhat casually. ?I-I picked thisold magazine up as-as a joke, you know at a f-fleamarket?and-and this-this guy, he looks like you, isn?t that a laugh?? The kid, whose crotch now looked as if it were housing anMX missile, shoved the magazine in front of Fenton?Sure enough, a twenty-fiveyear old.