"I don't understand."She seemed a bit panicked. "We were talking about all kinds of stuff. About you having to be at a store and about my life, which ...asn't entirely correct. We went and bought suits and... " That's what we've been doing today. You and me." Her concerns, about the things we had done and talked about feeling like a dream, made me wonder if her condition was the cause or if something else was going on. "Damn it, I was worried about this." Worried about what?"I held her to me and. I reached over and gave her a squeeze.Paula continued, "Sorry, go ahead Becky. I am a little raw at the edges still".Becky said, "Sir, if we could restrain a group of 25 women you could do them all at the same time, pausing after several stokes, going to the next girl and letting the pain do its job. It would be more effective on us, and the ritual will not take as long or as many strokes. In a couple hours the entire group could be done. The sexual part is a custom, not a legal requirement. We. Andhere was this young man in a very vulnerable situation.Could I? Would I?I silently went to the bathroom and fetched a box oftissues and a tube of SlipperyStuff, then just assilently crept back to the den. Jack’s eyes were stillshut, a look of rapture on his face as he slowly strokedhimself. Kneeling next to the chaise, I reached out andlet my hand join his, lightly fingering the corona as Iwrapped my hand over the head.His eyes snapped open and he made a rasping noise as hisbreath. . ah ... uh, I had grown my moustache for a charity in support of cancer research when my photo was taken for my passport. I didn’t know I’d have to replace my photo or keep my moustache,” he explained. Scott tried to remain calm but could feel his pulse pounding in his neck.“Je ... euh ... euh, je m’étais ma moustache pour un organisme de bienfaisance en faveur de la recherche sur le cancer quand ma photo a été prise pour moi passeport. Je ne savais pas que je dois remplacer ma photo ou garder.