It suddenly became awkward when his moans subsided and I had to lock my door. I knew he would hear my keys jingle and my footsteps as I walked away. I...couldn't get his sounds out of my mind and it reminded me of all the times I have heard people having sex. It's surprising how many times I have been turned on by just hearing people cum, with absolutely no visual stimulus. I remember the previous apartment complex I lived in. There were several couples, one above me, one on the right side. The images were extremely stable. This must be, Lex reasoned, that these people seldom had an important decision to make to generate alternative realities. As he watched, they tended their crops by hands, and he noticed that they had no tools, no technology, not even the wheel. They wore simple clothes made by hand weaving a white stringy plant similar to cotton into a sheet about the size of a handkerchief and then tying it around them with the same string. The older men and women wore it. There was a double line in front of the library foyer. I sighed and got into the girl line because at the end of the girl line, there was a woman waiting inside the little privacy screen cubicle – one of those you would see at a hospital. At the end of the boy line, there was a man, because this was the 18th century and proprieties had to be observed, you see? Personally, I had never cared if I was patted down by a woman or a man at the airport – unconstitutional groping is unconstitutional. “We need your help,” Hannah stated. “Sarah requested you of all her brothers.” As we were talking, the servant girl, a small breasted girl with long blond hair, was pulling off my clothes. By now I was bare chested and was sweating more than when I was swinging the sword and mace. I was worried that my other sword was full steeled. I looked at Hannah, with her long blond hair, her pale skin, her full breasts with beautiful erect pink nipples. Standing next to her, with her hand massing Hannah.