“Sue, you are incredible but I don’t think I can get it up again anytime soon.” She nuzzled my neck, kissed my lips, ran her tongue over my lip... and said, “Just don’t you worry about that, I will take care of it, right after we shower, OK?” So lazily we got up and took a hot shower together giving each other a soaping, rinsing, a little teasing, and a lot of kisses. I dried her off and she dried me off. I glanced at my watch on the table as I reached for a glass of wine for her, it was 3:20. The air was filled with the sounds of wet squishing, moans and whimpers as they both began to meet each other thrust for thrust. “Mmm, that looks nice,” said Simone as she looked on sitting beside them. “You know what would look nicer?” she asked rhetorically not looking for an answer, “that would be a nice fat black cock fucking Clarissa, your Mother-in-Law.”The suggestion caused Janice to stop mid-push and collapse in a fit of giggles much to Oskar’s consternation. “What the hell; what’s this. "Left brain, shutdown, right brain OBSERVE." That's when I got my first story image. Rather than define the narrator in The ReDating Game, I tried echoing his elusive feelings. I got anger, confusion, despair, futility and loneliness. Left brain kicked in ... Is this just a psychological reflection of me and my moods? Happily, it was not. "Left brain off, right brain contact him."The initial, resolving image for The ReDating Game was this: A man sat alone at a four-place food court table. His. Female guards, as was therule when the monarch was an uncrowned queen. Not that she couldn't order apretty slave boy to her chambers at any time, but the ladies of the court secretlyfelt the queen would be better off (and perhaps easier to control) if she favoredfemales, and they did all in their power to make it so. The queen was knownto have dallied with a few palace boys but seemed to prefer her many maids,much to the delight of the shadow court. Minok wasn't sure if the queen evenregistered.