“I guess,” I said. “Can I ask you a question?”“Sure,” she said. Something was going on. Something in her tone wasn’t right.“Why didn�...t you let my son come up on the stage with me? It was very important to me. I know you knew that. You did didn’t you?” I said. I wasn’t sure if she were the one who had made that decision, but I was betting that she was.The party was in full swing everybody was talking to everybody. Owen had pulled the General off to the side for a long moment to confab.“Sam, can. Lydia had still not been introduced to the general population. What little she had seen of them did not favorably impress her, they were from inferior social groups, and not worthy of her companionship.Despite Lydia’s punitive restrictions, she was not to be denied sex. Part of her daily regimen was a one hour session with Dr. Chan, who while not fluent in English, had a visceral sex drive. He was accustomed to taking sexual liberties with female patients, providing hormonal therapy to his. Johnson did so. He approached the stage amid thunderous applause in a leisurely manner. As he ascended the short staircase, his shoes made soft, rhythmic thuds on the wooden floor.Stopping about three feet away from her, the huge man just stood and studied her for a moment, then he moved in closer and ran his hands down her body, rather like the way she had seen farmers run their hands over horses they had recently purchased. His warm hands felt rather nice against her chilled skin, that is. As with the earlier shots, it was a variation on the theme, the two of them together, still in just their white bikini thongs, Jason still behind her with his hands on her breasts and his bulge apparently pressed into her palm. The most obvious difference here was that his right hand now more fully engulfed Alli’s right breast, and he was pinching her extremely stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Alli’s excitement and arousal were obvious, at least to me, not just by her hard nipples.