......................................... I awoke to the sound of the shower running. I turned to see that Bob was up and showering. The sheets were...still damp and I got up and pulled the bedding off. I was certainly aware of how much liquid I produced during sex and so I had covered the mattress with a water proof covering to prevent damage to the mattress. I pulled on a light house coat and made my way down stairs to the kitchen bathroom. My head ached and my mouth tasted like a mouse. "I really want to see these," he said."You've seen them before," she said, her voice tight."You know what I mean."Her hesitation was only because she was having a hard time speaking at all. She felt strangely out of breath."Okay," she whispered.She didn't do anything. But that was okay, because he didn't mind lifting her shirt, and then making her arms go upwards while he pulled it over her head. She thought she must be insane as she worried about her hair being messed up, instead of the fact. The criminals—CIA operatives—helped, and the police are still filing the paperwork. No government project is complete until you fill out twenty-three forms.”“I’m sure the CIA guys were helpful, but I can’t picture them being so incompetent. What happened?”“There are a few things which set the stage. When I returned, I discovered I respond to electrical currents. They produce intense headaches, while I can pull or push energy into them.” He spread his hands, as if holding a ball. “It’s a complex. She came over today to help me get ready for a sex toy party I'm hosting tonight. I forgot all about it," Tuesdae says with a giggle. "I'm sorry, babe, but you'll have to go out for a few hours. But don't worry, I have a few plans for you before you go." She puts her hand on my chest and tells me to stay put as she heads over to the bed and releases the woman from her restraints. The woman gets up and saunters past me, her trim naked body glistening from the intensity of her experience. She.