Oh fuck." "What happened?" "Someone, something, emptied an amphora of oil over my head, Orpheus. I'm slick. I'm sheened. Glistening in their ghostly g...ow. Squirming as their fingers caress my every crease, fondle my every furrow, their inhuman digits teasing my quivering flesh." Fuck, Eurydice, I'm throbbing, stiffening, swelling. If only I could view your slithering, coated flesh." No peeking, Orpheus. Remember... oh fuck, fuck, fuck." What?" They're in me. Oiled arse cheeks pulled wide.. "I like that one," I said as she kept looking at one of my favourites, a shiny smooth black vibrator with a fairly strong motor. Startled, she looked at me as I smiled friendly back. "You can't really see it, but the vibrations are quite powerful, better than most others," I said, trying to be helpful. "I see," she answered, not sure what else to say."You know, finding the right model is a lifelong pursuit," I started again, trying to ease her by joking a little. "Just like it is with a real. If shehadn't been so preoccupied with how good she felt, she would have beenable to tell that Hort's ministrations were turning her, like it ornot, into a sex addict. Hort smiled with satisfaction as he saw thepink tendrils of a female's aura taint the previous completely blueaura of the former male he was pleasuring himself with. Though he hadbeen unable to make her soul enslaved to him, he had built her new bodywell enough that he new how to make her his plaything. He was lookingforward to. I've met some of them and some told me theyhate me, because I was never there for them at the crucial moments intheir lives. One green smurfette I know is Dashie, the girlfriend of Rickwho is one of Chernov's advisers. She was one of those green smurfette's who looksimilar tomyold self. Her behavior was uglyas her looks, I haven't fullyunderstood whyshe's somean, all I know is that she drinks alcohol in an effort tonumb her pain. Truth is, it fuels her rage instead."When are we going?" I.