.”“Not if Ship can’t. As you know, her body – all the alien women’s bodies – have had the drug in their systems since they were children, ...r whatever the aliens call them while they’re small. From what Ship is telling me, now that the drug has been considerably reduced in their bloodstreams, they aren’t all showing the same reaction. Some are showing intense withdrawal symptoms, while others show much milder reactions. Ship says that some have pain, others fatigue, while still others show. She was into the hardcore BDSM aspect, whereas I was more of a soft pleasure-sharing sort. Was she the norm for swing club members? I was to soon find out differently.The second gal Betty & Glen introduced me to was a great gal, and after meeting over dinner, we found we had quite a few things in common. She tried to assure me that just because she'd be my date that evening, if I didn't desire, we didn't have to do anything ourselves. I assured her that wasn't the case, that I found her. He had dried off very quickly, now he took a step towards her, and reached out to strip the towel that covered her. “You can’t hide behind that.”Emma, loving this situation, was trying to frown, “I don’t understand.”He took a deep breath, “I came into this house with a special tool.”Joyfully, Emma joined in the joking, “Not a very big one, if I recall.”“What? It was massive. You have to be searched.”Before she could guess what he would do next, he had snatched her up in his arms, carried her. As I took what some might call my first complete independent action, I also realized that I really wanted a memory update like Frieda's for myself. I would be able to accomplish so much more if I had it. I knew I wasn't likely to ever get one, since it was hardly necessary for the functions I was already performing.I also learned how Frieda managed to perform that marvelous walk of hers, though I wouldn't have it down perfectly until I gave myself taller heels - and the proper feet to wear them.