What was that about?" Just that ... conversation," he smiled. "I think of it as an ice-breaker."I looked at him with some suspicion. I looked back at ...he file. "This even lists the clubs and groups that I was involved with at Stanford," I said, getting more uncomfortable.He nodded, no smile this time. "That was in your year book. When we interviewed you, you were the most likely candidate. That's when I was asked to do the background check and that's why you didn't hear from us for three weeks.. Instead of having a private hotel room - they now have a community "play room".One of the workers show us where it is and the three of us chat a bit and he leaves. We decide to have a go on the top mattress (like playing king of the hill) -- we are all alone, climb to the top and begin to kiss, I grab for my loves cock and know that he is wanting it sucked. I have no problem lowering my head to pleasure him but of course just as I begin, here comes Rick to comment that we are the first to use. Or is it my fate to go through life without someone to hold and to talk to? Or to share my soul with? I really wish that I could find that girl, alas life is an uncaring wench that beats your ass so far into the ground that you doubt you can crawl back up. But what do we do? We go on... we say that eventually it will come. With my experience I cannot say that I have ever seen someone that is in love, truly and wholeheartedly in love.I have seen my share of couples, and I don't doubt that there. Instead of explaining, I replayed my memories of the assassins shooting out the windows as they swung into the hotel room. Then how, as they turned their automatics on Princess Grace, I had wrapped her, Luisa, and myself in my heavy duty shield to deflect the bullets. Neither the Princess, nor Luisa were aware of how we had simply disappeared in the eyes of the assassins, causing them to hesitate momentarily which allowed me to drop my shield and paralyze them long enough for Luisa to fire.“So.