It was only then that he realised that Zeta had also fallen quiet. He concluded they might just have orgasmed together. He hadn't realised that bitche... had orgasms. Strangely, he found that his cock remained hard and he wondered if the canine testosterone might have caused this. Then he realised the truth. Zeta also had some sort of sphincter ring inside her vagina and it hadtightened around his swollen cock. Her tightening sphincter had prevented the blood from properly returning from. After his moment of weakness, which ended in his self-indulgence, Erik hoped he would be able to fall into a dreamless sleep. However, his sated sleep lasted barely an hour. He now sat propped up leaning on pillows stacked against his bed's headboard. In his hands, he held a volume of poetry by Edgar Allan Poe. His eyes began to read the first stanza of "Annabel Lee" again, but his mind simply could not absorb the words. Sleepless nights were not an unusual occurrence for him, but the feeling. I climbed down the ladder to examine the tanks. Finding a gauge on each tank, I noted that each tank was 90% full. I also found an inlet tube which went through the wall into the monitor room. I noted its position so I knew where to look in the room when I returned to it.Climbing back up the ladder and closing the trap door, I followed the small tube to where it branched out. Following one, it lead to the air vent above the bed. I followed the other one and it led to the air vent above the. I simply remained squatted by the rails and stared at the harmonica, wondering what it had to do in all this. Had it been left on the rails? Was the poor guy who got hit by the train looking for it? Or did he have the harmonica on him and it simply get knocked over here, ending up on the rails? ‘The harmonica, are those initials WR?’ I looked up at a man wearing blue jeans and a white shirt. I nodded to him. ‘I was afraid of that?’ ‘What?’ ‘I thought I recognized him,’ he said, nodding back at.