The island I owned was very private. There were all sorts of electronic surveillance and armed guards designed to assure my privacy. But again, I deve...oped the system so I knew its weaknesses. Soon I was inside the compound and hiding in the underbrush.My three executives were all between 55 and 62 years old. They had led the good life and they let their bodies slide into disrepair. My first target was one of the fatter ones. He was ripe for a heart attack and I was going to help him have. We didn't last but the orgasm was shattering causing us to scream out the other's name!I could feel me spurting into me and quivering from the convulsing around me and the throbbing within me. We passed out for a few moments.There was knocking on the door. "Are you okay?"Lisa's voice quavered as she said, "Yes. Very! We'll explain tomorrow. It was an experiment that worked better than we could have imagined."Softly, she murmured, "Wow! That was intense! I could feel us both! Thank you,. . yes ... Ah ... Friday," she responded then she heard him hang up.So now it was Friday evening. Josh was already down for the night and David had come home from work early in the day in order to pack, letting her know that his company was sending him to Chicago on a business trip. He hadn't told her very much about the trip other than it was a mandatory training seminar and that he was thrilled to death that they had selected him to go and that he would be gone for a week.Later he had called. And that’s what was missed here from 1788 on.”“Well, I’m fighting the same fight.”“Oh?”“Yes. Medium vs. Medium. Three-dimensional sculpture vs. Flat photos and etchings and drawings and paintings. Photos vs. Paintings. ‘A painter is an artist, but a photographer is merely a technician.’ I’ve heard that!”“Right. And wops and nigs and japs and who knows what else. Polacks and yids. Chinks and russkis.”“And Olwen talks of gays and straights. By the way, did you hear from her again?”“No. She was.