She loudly proclaimed, ‘Wow! Phil, I think most of that was yours. You really unloaded in me.’ She noticed Phil was already getting another erect...on. Watching her sitting on the commode and looking between her legs was really a turn on for him. They went back in the living room. She said, ‘Let’s all have another drink, but make mine rather weak. I don’t want a hangover for the first day of classes tomorrow.’ The three sat on the couch with Joan in the middle. She was sitting on a towel. Phil. A cord ran from his laptop into the gray utility box that controlled the traffic light. The cord was made from individual multi-colored strands. A cup of coffee steamed mist into the cool morning air. He was wearing finger gloves that exposed his fingertips. His chest was covered in a bright yellow traffic jacket. He inhaled the brisk air. Wires were hanging overhead to connect the power and phone network. The small city had a few pickup trucks rumble to his stop light. They paused at the. " Mmmm," he grins and the boredom suddenly disappears from his voice. "Don't keep me in suspense."I rock against him again and his cock twitches in a Pavlovian response. You have to love science. "Be right back."I walk over to the utensil drawer and open it and pull something out. "I've always wanted one of these, but never knew what I'd use it for." I show him the marble dowel with the bright red bow.Matt's eyes widen, "What the fuck?"I ignore him as I look around for something else and curse. In several hours time you will meet my counterpart, a much meaner, crueler, and soulless man. Just remember it’s always darkest before the dawn. I will always be here for you.” With that, he rose from the stool and stepped into the hallway. My eyes widened in panic. What the fuck was he talking about? I wondered. “Wait! Please let me out of here, I can pay you,” I pleaded as I listened to the sounds of the door locking and his feet carrying him further away from my fragile body. Tears.