After we finished cleaning up the kitchen, the old woman dismissed mefor the night. Adriana grinned as she took me by the arm and went to mybedroom w...th me.Adriana closed the door to my room and put her back to the door beforeshe asked, "So, really, how are you doing?"I simply shook my head in response, fearful of stating the truth."Come on, you can tell me," she implored in response to my silence.I shook my head again as I said, "It's horrible." Why?" I've always been rich. I'm supposed to. There was one massage table in a small, nicely decorated and perfumed room. She said, "Strip," and left the room. I took off my clothes and lay down on the table, face down, with a towel over me. She re-entered, grabbed some oil off a shelf and began the massage. I cycle competitively, so I am fit and muscular, but if she noticed this, she gave no sign. She rubbed my neck, my back, my feet, my legs, and then my ass. She put her hand between my legs to urge my thighs apart, and started rubbing. " She whispered."No, I don't." He waited for her to say something further. "I did not ask to understand. I asked for a name." It was only once and it will never happen again." Oh, did he not suit yo' fancy?" he snapped."I didn't ask for it, Wilton just..." She stopped as JD's face responded to the name. "JD. Julius, it wasn't like that. Please, just listen."He held up his hand. He knew it was bad. Wilton. He looked at her. He could hardly blame the boy - she was lovely."Get out of the car, Miss. So I... this is where it gets difficult to explain the workings of the dimension I come from in terms that are easy for you to understand. But what I do is, basically, to turn the minds of these two humans so that by the time I am done, the '****s' are remembered as extremely pleasant sexual encounters which were merely preludes to a lot more hardcore sex to follow. Of course, such a change is only possible because the conditions for it already existed -- in Peter's repressed Oedipal urges for.