Jennifer squirmed as the nurse touched her. Again she saw the double image of the prison cell."Time to serve again, Slave," the voice in her head said..."No this is all wrong," Jennifer complained."What is wrong is that a cunt like you doesn't offer herself to the slave sent by the master to punish you," the voice in her head said."I don't want this," Jennifer complained but her body betrayed her with a loud moan.Claire stared at her with surprise. The girl had no fever so she had been about to. " Anything?" Anything. You're middle-aged and out of condition. I could make you ayoung man again if that's what you want. Or I could make you the topreporter at a major newspaper."I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. Both of those were appealing, but if Iwas honest with myself there was something else I wanted more, somethingI'd been dreaming of since I was a kid."If she was real, could you make me Wonder Woman's lover?" I asked."Wonder Woman? The comicbook character?" She seemed taken aback."Yes.. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I couldn't. It was way too light in the room.After laying there for what seemed like hours, I turned my head and looked over at mom. She had kicked the sheet down so the top of it was laying at her waist. She was sound asleep. I noticed her chest moving up and down. The naked picture of her came into my mind again. I don't know why this was happening. It has never occurred to me before to think about mom this way. She was laying on her back. A thought came. After a little while, I excused myself and told Sylvia I would call her the next day. I kissed Sylvia goodbye and gave Sheila a friendly nonsexual hug. I am sure Sheila was hoping for something a little more affectionate but she did not let it show.The next day I called Sylvia to see if she wanted to go out that night. She told me that her mom had asked her to invite me over for dinner and perhaps we could go out for a while afterwards. I told her I could do that but I wondered if was perhaps.