.... Don't go." Speak loudly, Clare. You've already lost someone. Don't let him go. But it'd be selfish of me. No, it's not time for thinking. Just go...and grab him, Clare. You can do it. "Don't go... Please..."Yes... please don't go. Stay here. But.. Why am I holding his pinky? "Can you stay here for tonight... Sid? I just... don't wanna stay alone."What am I thinking? Am I really that desperate? Do I really want something to happen? He's... He's too younger than me. Why am I doing such thing?. ”“What do you mean, “cool it?””“Yvonne, I can’t do this anymore,” he said. “I need space because I’m getting attached and I don’t want to ruin what we have or be responsible for hurting your marriage.”“I need you, Rob,” I said, “you’re like my “comfort zone.” I can talk to you about anything.”“Have you forgotten about Adam, your husband?” he asked. “Why don’t you talk to him?”“I DO talk to him about some things,” I said, “but there are ... some things that I just can’t.”“I’m sorry, Yvonne, I. Before I could say anything, she moved her head forward, lips pursed and wrapped them around the bulbous head. She held me there, and I could feel her tongue lick around the sensitive crown. My knees were weak. The feeling was intense. She looked up at me from her knees. Her eyes reflected pure lust. Her hand tightened on the root and kept me immobilized as she took me, inch by slow inch deeper into her mouth. I moaned as her lips met her hand, and more than two-thirds had disappeared into the. John, on the other hand, paid dearly for his arrogance. He was made aslave-- sex, panty, and toilet. Feminized despite his masculinity, he wasmade to wear panties which he was destined to forever soil for theamusement of his current Mistress; for whom, too, 'loads' would beworshipped (both hers and his), her every whim, however humiliating,obeyed without question on command.The Grey time travelers, clad in their bio-mechanical suits, "forever"scramble to make things right. Each change, each.