The first thing I noticed in this place was this narrow dim hall that led to the reception desk, where a nice smiling girl would greet us. At the rece...tion, they explained the rules of the place, gave us some bathrobes, and told us to go to the dressing rooms.We went there, took off our clothes, left them in the lockers, put on the bathrobes, and went to the main area. It was huge, and there were some couples having drinks while others were dancing. In the background, you could hear some techno. Record after record. Mix after mix. Highs. Lows. Bass. Treble. Rhythms harder than a hammer. Sharper than a knife. Like the knives cutting into her soul. Chemical Heaven. Kirsten pushed herself against Paul again, his own top thrown aside, pressing her hot hard breasts against his hot hard smooth chest, his pierced nipple occasionally slapping against her hot hard nipple. They shimmied and swirled and pirouetted and glided. Flesh against flesh. And Kirsten's hand on his hard cock under his. "I dreamed I was young again and that my leg was perfect," he said."Take a look at your leg, it looks fine to me. Maybe I should leave you in here longer and see if it will make you young again too. You don't look any younger to me."He didn't even respond to the slight barb since he was feeling around on his formerly misaligned leg. He was stupefied to see it looked perfectly normal now. I had to stop him since I saw he was about to jump right up."Wait. Stay there. I came to see if you were. I slept like a baby that night and woke to give myself an early morning jill, one of those slow, half-awake orgasms that almost seem to be a dream until the last moments when my back arches and Cloudsley gets kicked off the bed when I thrash a little. He doesn’t seem to mind. With a knee length cream linen dress and a warm smile on my lips I got to the office about eleven. I had coffee from the deli for Angela and myself and opened the office door. The smile disappeared at the sight that met.