’ I put my keys on the kitchen counter and loosen my tie. ‘Everything ok?’ She’s suddenly attentive and I am sure she is on to me. ‘Were the...e any problems? Cancer?’ She looks serious and worried now. I chuckle at her disarmingly. ‘No, no. Fit as a fiddle, doc says.’ I draw myself up in mock heroic pose and she laughs. I walk over and kiss her quickly. ‘I’m going to take a shower.’ *** The water is hot, beating down on my back and shoulders. What the hell was that earlier? I’d been busy at work. To Albert, it seemed, they were nothing more than objects of carnal lust. Even when he incorporated into his project something that might appear to be to their benefit, his motives were always wholly selfish. And what depressed me most about this was that I was unable to deny that, post-FUCK, a similar trend was becoming evident in my own conduct.Albert's earliest work had apparently focused on the sexual potential of the male. Experimenting on the company's laboratory monkeys, especially. , easily keeping up with the others.Gwendoline's artist friend, Jim lived in a bleak, grey-stoned former farm cottage which nestled under a gaunt and rocky outcrop that seized Gwen's adventurous imagination the moment she saw it. She determined to climb it next day, although it looked virtually unclimable.Jim looked utterly amazed at the sight of the three wild-looking and naked girls who appeared at his door. He was at an upstairs window when he saw them and seemed totally at a loss."Come on. I'll finishthat homework in the morning, I can't believe this..." He drifted tosleep after a half an hour of tossing and turning. He woke in what he assumed was an hours time later. He kept his eyesforced shut in an attempt to get back to sleep. "Awake, child." Hequickly sat up, looking around his room for the source of the mysteriousvoice... except it wasn't his room, he was back in the endless blackexpanse from his dream yesterday.He scrambled to his feet and looked around until he saw a.