Blossom tilted her head as a crackling sound reached her ears through the thrashing, foam-covered masses that flailed and twitched frantically on the ...iled floor. Yes, bones being reformed. Natural, flawed bodies remade by the Process into works of living art. Penetrating yelps emerged from each throat in turn, and the women regained enough muscular control to try standing. The first to try was the elderly woman; Once elderly. But the moist, dripping creature pulling herself up on the counter. ‘Nan tells us that you work at the Pentagon.’ ‘Yes, sir. Just got there in May.’ ‘You can drop the sir.’ ‘I’m sorry. It’s force of habit. First from the way my parents brought me up and now working with all those generals and colonels everyday.’ ‘It just makes me feel old.’ Nan was their oldest, so Jim wasn’t more than fifteen years older than me, maybe only ten. This was the first year they’d had empty-nest syndrome. ‘I’ll do my best, Jim.’ After dinner we sat around the den. The TV was going. So she began. Cleo, enjoying Anthony all deep in your body?? Having fun being fucked by your lover?? To which I would reply, - yes my queen, give me more Anthony. I want Anthony in and out with strength. Oh Yeah, said my wife - I will fuck you and make you enjoy this sex until you plead for mercy. Anthony will break your hole today. So there, take more Anthony inside you. Anthony will fuck you until you plead for help - Go on my queen, fuck me hard. Which of course she was doing. I was feeling. We placed our dinner and drink orders and conversed with our friends until the meals were delivered. We all ate lite and fabulous meals that went great with our cocktails and when I paid for the dinners I found the main dining area completely filled. Before I returned to the private room, I went to the kitchen in search of our friends to ask if we could depart out the back of restaurant to keep from disrupting the rest of their customers. Our friends insisted we exit out the front and not to.