As he didn't have a computer, he tended to play at our house. He and I would take turns on the PC, which was in our bedroom, with one of us playing an... the other sitting on the bed watching. This was normal routine for a couple of weeks. Then one day my wife decided to sit in the room and watch us, lying on the bed. It was my turn at play and my concentration was focused on the game. After a while, it occurred to me that Hakan hadn't asked for a turn for a bit. I turned around and my eyes. She growled at the man who smiled at her. He looked back at John. “Luckily for you, we’re not torturing you today, we just needed you for an instrument. She’s been abused so thoroughly thus far with no result that this was our last resort.”The man showed what was in his other hand and it made John’s blood run cold and the woman renewed her screaming. It looked like a metal ice cream cone with a blunt tip. It would extend his cock by a further 5 or 6 inches, meaning that he’d most likely be. Her sleepy voice… Her sweet voice. ‘Karin, my love…’ ‘Roberto! Where are you?’ How many feelings in one time you can hear in somebody’s voice? Excitement. Relief. Love. ‘I’m here, my love. Just next room! I couldn’t wake you up, so…’ ‘Oh God, I was sleeping so deep… Come!’ I run back to the corridor, and didn’t manage to bang door 65 again, because she opened before I reached it. No, she wasn’t stoned at all, my poor love! She was there, more awake and more beautiful than ever… Only a tee. Andremember, after all, you did roll that twenty with the dice."---Meanwhile, back at the laboratory -Jack had been fully prepped and was now in the Doctor's surgical suite.The Doctor had decided that the best possible outcome could be obtainedonly if Jack's physical body matched the mental image that all themachinery was injecting into Jack's brain. The brain stimulation wasnot a problem - not per se. But she was certain that if Jack's body wasan exact match for what Jack's brain was.