Still, I had a deep grounding in Science Fiction. Maybe that did it.They must have investigated me to a fare-thee well.I couldn’t help but think how...badly it all could have gone if I had turned into a foaming-at-the-mouth radical Muslim mullah. Now there’s a nightmare for you.It was the strangest contract I’d ever heard of.After a million-plus dollar makeover to insure that I’d have no physical problems fulfilling my end of the deal, I was to be paid five million bux a year tax free after the. Part of their ritual was to talk about what was going on in their lives, before the spanking and tickling commenced. It was a weird combination of being in both the confessional and at the therapist’s office. “Not much,” Monica responded. She didn’t look as good as she usually did. Tired maybe, or anxious. “Did you go to any parties?” That got her attention. “No.” But her face had gone a shade whiter. Houlihan sat back in his chair. “I don’t believe you.” “I didn’t! I swear!” Now, Monica really. So, Ipushed her away and told her to go get something to lubricate her ass with.That got her to talking fast and hard. She told me how there was no way she wasgoing to let me fuck her ass and she was not about to get any lubrication!According to her, I could just forget about the whole idea! I think Ismiled at her. "I'll be right back, honey" I told her as I left theroom, "Be naked when I get back." A fewmoments later, when I returned, she was naked, as I had told her. Her eyes grewwide when. We walked around the camp slowly. Everybody else was taking nooners after that ammo hump."Hurry up..." Jill said, lifting the heavy canvas so I could crawl under.We were sneaking into the showers from the back side and it wasn't much. A floor made out of pallets, half sunk into the mud, but clean anyway. A half dozen shower heads with spring valves and chains, like it was a hundred years ago. Some make-shift curtains shoved out of the way, cause nobody gave a shit about privacy. Yeah, nothing.