Private. Yes, something she could do all alone, or maybe with somebody else -- but it would be her choice, either way. She walked down another aisle, ...hinking some more about those butt plugs and dildos.And at the end of the aisle... she saw it. The sex rider.Oh, it didn't really look like all that much. Not a test of one's bravery, like some of the Gargantuan vibrators on the shelves nearby. It looked like a large bolster pillow on the floor, covered with vinyl, with a dildo sticking up out of. People that had asked questions or somehow made waves had often fallen victim to strange and debilitating accidents.The rumor around the coffee pot had been that the company was looking for something in the bunker. The salvage operation was merely a front for some dark, unspoken mission. Why else would teams be sent after file rooms and labs rather than the big transformers and wire closets where the valuable copper and gold wire could be found? I had always been disliked by Sam and George, so. " T.J said," Well yeah...this is a gay bar." We both laughed as our drinks came. So night came and we were feeling good about ourselves and having a good time. T.J rose up and asked me for a dance. I said that I wasn't a good one at that. He didn't care..so he grabbed my arm and led me to the dance floor. As the soft music played he pulled me towards him and held me. His hands wrapped around me as we attempted to dance. Our bodies moved together as T.J lead me. He was a good dancer! So around. She was facing the mirror, with Laura kissing the back of her neck, and the smooth skin of her shoulderblades. Laura gently turned her around.This was nothing like their first time, when Camille had thought Rob had left town and proceeded to seduce Laura by wearing a transparent teddy. Then she had been more coquettish and bold, but now, aside from suggesting this charming game, she was all questioning eyes and passive beauty. She's bewitching, Laura thought. Men must die for her when she acts.