She'd been convinced after Deb and that wide-lipped little furry pink pussy she had had that she'd explored the borders of her sexuality, seen the pea... of the sheer physical a****listic delights her body and sexual anatomy could bestow, but with -that- finger touch on Hope's silken, shaved venus mound...Deb had been wonderful – beautiful, mature, inventive, sexy, unselfconscious, passionate, earthy and very experienced at lesbian lovemaking, but had it every been -this- intense? Sure there had. If I didn’t know him, I would think he was just an urban legend.’ ‘Damn. You know he wasn’t even taking notes when we studied. What’s up with that?’ ‘He has something like a photographic memory. I don’t understand it, really, but he says it has something to do with organizing facts. He doesn’t just remember the facts. He understands them and that’s how he remembers them, or something like that.’ ‘Gee, that’s clear. How did you find all this out?’ ‘Mostly from him. It was like pulling fucking. For now.Just as he was starting to relax and refocus on the people around him, a series of gusts of displaced air swirled around and eight new heartbeats suddenly appeared to his perception. They were like the people around him, but stronger, healthier sounding. Not dulled by the chemical-impregnated glop that people nowadays called food. His interest was instantly aroused. It had been ages since his territory had been violated and he was actually looking forward to asserting his claim to. Inside, Emma has only been home from school for ten minutes. She’s changed into gym shorts and a camisole. “Who can that be?” she says as she goes to answer the door.Emma peeks outside and sees Mr. Douglas. Surprised and excited, she opens the door with a smile on her face. Then she sees the five other men. A man with glasses shoves her to one side and they all pile into the house. One of the men is carrying a small duffel bag, which he tosses on the floor.“Emma, I’m so sorry—” James.