Machines that steal the minutes of our lives away from the depths of that life which we have lived. We are free, free as a bat, which must return to c...ve when the light shines brightly in their faces. In this cave we shelter and hide from that depths of reality as the sounds of life echo from the past. Those very sounds that haunt us of what could have been and should have been. This is the life we chose to live or did we? The very act of birth itself is a continuing tormenter. These lives. Right now." "I'm going home with Kirk." No you're not," Robert insisted,"Hey man," Kirk finally jumped in, leaning over to look Robert in theface."You shut up!" Robert ordered. "There's something weird going on hereand my sister isn't going anywhere with you until I find out what it is.You've done something or..." Robert trailed off. What was it Kirkcould have done? Robert couldn't think of a thing that would turnsomeone's free will around the way he was seeing. "If I find out. Quickly, before his mom entered and began berating him, he wrapped a towel around his midriff, grabbed his dildo—a personally-crafted silicone replica of his own dick—and a change of clothes. If he was gonna start the day off, he was gonna do it right.He locked the door with an audible click as he set his things up on the counter. The towel fell away just as fast, revealing to the mirror his—just as rock-solid—eight inch boner. Pierre's gaze traveled from his eyes, down his lean but muscled. I was simultaneously aware of the wonderful feeling of the soft locks of hair on the back of my neck and shoulders, the incredible feeling of my ear-rings tugging my ear lobes, my erect nipples seemingly making my breasts explode with desire, the cool breeze playing across all my naked flesh and under my shaved armpits, the constriction of my waist by that satin and lace suspender belt, the rub of the straps across the outsides of my buttocks, the feel of the silk stockings on my shaven legs,.