He could not move, although he would move if someone told him to. He was open to suggestion. Anything anybody wanted him to do, he would. He knew he w...uld. But, nobody was giving him a command. At one point, he craved a command. He would do anything at all. He would suck his thumb if told, he would take off all his clothes, he would dance, sing, pray to someone if he was told by that person. He would do anything. He just wanted someone to tell him what to do. Someone to give him a command was. Megan came out wearing a white mini skirt and gray midriff. She got in the car and sat down next to David, crossing her legs so her skirt would ride up even more. “Where are you taking me?” she asked.“To a club downtown,” David responded, and began to drive. All the way down there, Megan made erotic noises, fake moans, for David to hear. When a car cut them off and they almost crashed, Megan grabbed David’s thigh way up near his crotch. After they were safe, she said, “Thanks for driving so. Taeko had never really known a man in much of any social context. The ones which she’d known had been superiors, mostly, and the ones that she’d been to bed with had mostly been targets for her in her unusual line of work. Sleeping with someone was an age-old way to get close enough to do what she’d been sent there to do. In the present day, it almost always worked as a means to get to a fool who couldn’t pay his gambling debts and had managed to evade the other forms of contact. She thought. Let me go,” and I scooched down in the water and pulled the bottoms up.He just smiled at me and laughed. He enjoyed my embarrassment. And he knew that despite my protestations, it excited me. Once we were back on the beach, I kept my distance from him. He was a little too unpredictable in public places. We had made friends with some guys and gals on a nearby blanket. They invited us to a party at the private house of one of the guys, who was a local. We were told to wear our bathing suits.