S.' Sinful Soul.Tanya doesn't get his points, so she tries a few Dutch, for the easier equivalent of 'Messy Mind'.Tanya is relieved: he just means 'Ho...ny'. Tanya opens a bottle of red wine. The best she has left.Tanya starts to dream: will she be admitted with five A's? Earn a free first lesson perhaps at PP?Tanya stares at his photograph and the texts in his profile: "Philosopher, Scientist, Grey Hippie"?Tanya's eyes flash back to his photo grey hair indeed. No wonder, at over sixty. Not a. “Who’s he?” I asked – I’d never heard her mention me before.“I’ll introduce him – Edwardo, come on in and meet my husband.”“Who the FUCK is that?” I shouted, enraged as “Edwardo” strode into the room. He was about my height (just over 6 feet), in his mid-twenties, and obviously very physically fit.“Now dear, don’t make a fuss. Edwardo’s here to give me a massage while you watch. It’s part of my fantasy, and you did say you’d go along with whatever I wanted.”“Fuck that!” I screamed in a rage.. There are red splotches on my tummy and at least one of my thighs. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" All I can do is stammer. With a laugh my soiled undies are yanked down (ow!) and I'm told to hold them as a dry set of pink ones are held for me to step into. After some adjustments and posing I'm told to kneel on the couch.The hairbrush is on the table next to me. My skirt is lifted and OWWWW! The panties I'm holding are snatched away and put in my mouth! Mmmph oof mmmMMM! My muffled. Even with your's and Joey's help I can't just punch a hole into a new time-space location unless all of the other versions of me are doing the same thing for the same reason."Annie sighed, and she snatched up a knife and bread, and started severely fixing another sandwich. Tricia watched as she slapped mustard onto the bread. "You've barely touched your food. Why are you making another?" I'm making a plate for Joey. Unless you're planning on starving him too!"She shook her head. "You can take.