She sat on the bed and picked up the magazine. She started reading a letter about a man and a woman who met for the first time, looked into each other...��s eyes and knew they had to have each other right then and there.“Do you really think something like that is possible?” she asked. “Just like that? Two people, who have never met before?” I nodded and gulped because my throat had gone dry. She kept reading, her voice getting a little husky as she read about those two going into a wild sex scene.. That’s what’s been funny about the whole thing with us. Even when we first got married and the deal was just a business relationship I could sort of sense when he was off his oats. It was never anything he said or did; there was just something about him. I can’t explain it. It’s been like E.S.P. or something.Back to last night. I knew he needed me. I climbed in and started to softly touch his thing. It turned out so great. Let me tell you some of it.I was lying there lightly touching the tip of. ...taking too long. I needed to feed, I wasn't really interested in her life....was I? Noooo, she is nothing but meat. Nothing but response to pain, degradation, I wanted sweat, sounds, fluids. I wanted...needed to possess her body, her mind and yes..her soul. "I don't care" I told her She looked surprised, and a bit disappointed. The room was run down and dirty. An old ceiling fan was fixed to the ceiling. "Stand underneath the fan, don't say anything" I instructed her. She moved slowly as if. "I felt like arguing with my mother that I wasn't offeringto become 6 years old. But it wasn't going to happenanyway, so I didn't say anything.I knew there were rejuvenation treatments to make the veryold younger. I also knew that making the young younger wasalmost always illegal. And even if I could get thetreatments, the cost was prohibitive; there was no way myparents could afford them.***I didn't expect to be in rejuvenation the next day.Apparently there was a special government program.