Presuming the process was repeatable, did we want to "double up" again? It had a great deal of appeal, but it had some aspects that were so worrying t...at it wasn't the sort of question to rush. We put off deciding it for a while.If we wanted to, how could we possibly do it? Déjà vu doesn't come on demand, so we couldn't arrange a convenient suicide and then start a déjà vu. Nor does it operate on a known schedule. It's random as far as we could tell, and there'd been nothing in any of the. She gasped as my shirt came off, and lightly touched the two forming bruises that were already dark on my ribs. Her touch was light, but still made me flinch. My pants were next, and they hit the floor, revealing my 'Armitage' (one of my favorite anime's) boxers. For a second I wondered if she was going to follow me to the bathroom as well, but thankfully she let me do that in peace.When I returned to my room, she had me lie on my stomach."Just relax," she told me. "Let me give you a massage.. While Cynda led me on aleash clipped to my shamefully tiny crotch-pouch!Dora's eyes positively glowed with fiendish pleasure, and what I couldsee of the blonde's face looked vastly amused at the sight of me thisway: bare, blushing, bound, smooth-skinned and femmish, mincinghelplessly before the smirking, sexily-dressed ladies."Perrr-fect!" Dora rose and approached me, stood close up against mybody, rubbing her smartly-suited manly chest over my naked, femininenear-bosom, smiling even wider as. "Hey Jane, so what's the deal with you and Randall Trahern?" she said suddenly, deciding to get right to the point.Jane looked at her in surprise, and blushed, "Mr. Trahern is a very nice young man." I'm sure he is, but do you like him?" Of course I like him." Okay, but do you really like him? Does he make your heart skip a beat, your pulse flutter? Is he all you think about when he's away, what he's doing, is he thinking of you?" No," Jane said looking down, "I've never felt like that." So you.