Earlene help me connect with Jodie again, at least for a little while.It was about 6AM when I fell into bed. Since my wedding wasn’t until 6PM on Sa...urday evening, I slept till 1PM Friday. The very first thing I did was to make coffee when I crawled out of bed. Then I sat staring at the coffee pot for fifteen minutes. When it had finally boiled a reasonable amount of time, I poured a cup.Then I sat back on the rear deck and stared at the corn field. I hadn’t felt up to cleaning Earlene’s blood. My makers were good at making me feel icky if I'm dirty, or tired if I worked my motors too hard for a few hours. But this was a different feeling of sorts — a desire for which I had no programming and no description.When I was done, I walked back into the master bedroom, and was heading back out to the kitchen to wash the things I'd used. As I passed at the foot of the bed, I could not help but see Raif who was once again lying on the bed, his legs and arms spread wide, while Lana was curled. . Dennis gives her some commentary as she moves her hips around, half pulling away, half offering herself up... “This boy... ‘E’s a good boy... ‘E’s going to make you feel very relaxed ... And very safe...”Our guest tries to look at her host as he talks, listening as if she’s receiving important instructions for the session ahead ... Then Dennis adds, in his gruffest, but somehow most friendly tones, “And then - he’s going to fuck the living daylights out of you...”The words are almost enough. The men's room had extended stainless troughs, with a long row of toilet cubicles for the press of people who attended the fair. During this pre-fair, time I was alone. As I washed my hands I heard a barking laugh followed by a loud, "Hey, if it aint the faggy fag of Lake County High. You in here trolling for cock to suck, fag?" I looked up into the piggy eyes of Neil Cartwright. School psychopath, and our class's bully extraordinaire. Neil had been held back so many times that he was older and.