And when you do that thoughts become a very different thing. They don’t roll in and scroll down like text on a movie screen. It’s much more like y...u’re laying down in a river of consciousness, and wave after wave of thoughts just roll over and bury you with ideas. You try to decipher this torrent of ideas into a way that you can recreate later, and you try to hold on to the good ones as much as you can, but in order for the trip to work you can’t guide it. You gotta just let it all go.If you. The young man with the ponytail watched Elaine as she worked as well.Late in the evening, the crowd thinned out to a pair of regulars gossiping with the bartender, the pony-tailed man, Danica, and half a dozen or so men passed out in various places around the common room.Danica waved Elaine over to the table, engaged her in conversation for a moment, and then said, "I was with Katherine last night."Elaine blushed bright red, but quickly recovered. "She's a strange woman, but all rich people are. Do you want to see for yourself?” She replied, “Not now. I have to go.” I said, “Fine, Tomorrow then.” She just nodded and left hurriedly.I then downloaded some kick ass morphed pictures of leading Bollywood actresses and eagerly waited for the next day. Next day, when sunita came to my room, I straight away asked her, “You didn’t believe me yesterday, see I have some pictures now. See them for yourself.” Sunita came to see the pictures.I immediately ran to lock the door and told her that I. That we both needed this. It had been such a long time. I opened my eyes and looked at Chris, as he shoved me up against the bathroom stall I dropped my camera bag to the floor. The flap opened and some of my equipment spilled out. I shut my mind off and let my body fully enjoy what Chris was doing to me. He had one hand wound up in the bun that I had previously pulled my long dark curly hair up in to. The other hand was working its way under my suit coat to my 36DD breast. He was unbuttoning.