I told her of my transition from Physics to History to Psychology to Theatre. Talk leads where it will, and that night it lead to a scenic view of Boz...man from Springhill. And , inevitably, a lot of conversation at first.All stories have the obligatory scene of discovery, the glowing description of goddess-like beauty, the super-charged atmosphere of wanton performance.Well, it didn't happen that way.Jackie was incredible looking, full lips with crimson lipstick, large breasts, rosy cheeks and. His eagerly throbbing cock was gleaming now with oil as she gently stroked it, forcing the skin back further and further, revealing a little more of his thick purple head each time.Kim shifted nervously next to Klaus. She had never seen anything like this. Topless-Bottomless was one thing, but this was another. Klaus was concentrating on the scene and had forgotten the champagne. Kim drained her glass and reached forward and hurriedly poured herself another one, her eyes on the platform.The. The drug has a deteriorating effect on that part of the brain that gives a person self-will, that part of your brain that screams that you get to decide what happens to you. With me, that voice has always been almost a whisper. I preferred allowing others to make my decisions for me. The SLuT formula made it worse, and, eventually, disabled it completely. I knew, or strongly suspected what would happen when I met your father. I had suspicions for years about what effect one or two or three more. We’d shared it. I remembered different snatches of passion. Brief explosions of memory.I could taste her.Remember the feel of her.The flavor of her.I took a deep breath, wishing she would just—Her hands seized my face. Her head darted down. She kissed me. My eyes widened in shock. Her lips were on me. They moved. They nibbled with hunger. I shuddered, my heart racing. Confusion beset me. Her fingers twitched against my cheeks. Her tongue brushed my lips.Then she broke our kiss. Her eyes.