Tonight though he has only brought her here so that she can be fondled and played with. He has earlier talked with, and agreed to let the judges for...tomorrow nights contest play with her and see her up close in order to get a more, shall we say favorable shot at amateur night. The judges are a cross section of mostly older black east bay business men. They regularly attend amateur night and most will never get to touch or fondle a helpless beautiful and very naked young white girl like my. When no error messages popped up he breathed a sigh of relief.Thirty five minutes later the press started running.An ecstatic Saul thanked Morgan.“How do you know so much about this stuff.” he asked the embarrassed kid.“Well it’s kind of a hobby, I was going to go to college to study computers, but, well you know.”Saul felt a bit sorry for the kid. He had done his National Service with Pete and they had remained good friends so he was aware of Morgan’s story. It was a hell of a lot for a kid to. I know I don’t have time to shower, but I probably don’t want to freak out Kalista with my bare butt, do I?”“She’s seen your butt, but don’t let her see your pecker, OK?” my wife said.“With all the words there are for it, and you choose ‘pecker,’” I said turning over on my stomach and getting my pecker pointed down and out of sight.“Pecker, package, manhood, pee-pee, dick, cock, Johnson, and my personal favorite; love muscle,” Claire said, laying down, turning to smile at me.There was a knock. “If they remember things when they wake up, we’re going to have to go on the run again, and I mean today.”“What I did worked,” he said. “I’m pretty sure, anyway. Those two areas aren’t sending colors anywhere right now. The rest of their brains look pretty normal, except a lot of colors are missing.”“What if you scrambled their brains,” I groaned.“I didn’t. I should have said parts of their brains aren’t sending out any colors. That’s normal. When you’re sleeping your colors are like theirs. I.