He shuddered and had a nearly pained look on his face. I let my climax go too. I bucked and fucked against him until it crashed through and seemed to ...lind me.We laid in a sweaty pile on the bed and when I felt him go completely soft, I rolled to the side to let him literally slip off of me. When he was beside me kissing my face again I said. "There's another first." What." I don't remember breaking a sweat like that since my last Tahitian o'tea. I'm not sure why I didn't at least turn the. Then I told them about the other thing, the twisted, curved metal on the beach, a remnant of something from an empire lost to recent history.“Maybe ... maybe they’ll know of a cure!” Ann said, hope, worry and fear in her voice.I shrugged. I was feeling sunburned, and the salt on my skin itched. I thought about the first aid kit and the sunburn gel it contained. Daphne needed water, and I was sure I did, too. ‘And the others’ was the afterthought.I told the others I was going back to the boat to. It was an unusually cool day. She was wearing a pink cotton oxford shirt. It was 1981, and everyone had one or two cotton oxfords in their closet. They were pastel colors with button-down collars. His was light blue. Most of the girls all owned a similar shirt. Some were yellow, some were lavender, and light blue is always popular with the girls as well. But pink was Brent's favorite – and no one wore a pink cotton oxford shirt like she did at that moment.If one were to look back, they could. We subtly bent the subject’s mind to do what we wanted them to do. I doubt any of us could actually order one of our subjects, the normals, to do anything they didn’t really want to do.It was much the same way with the psychic surgery. We went to the Internet and looked up detailed drawings of the human brain and then studied each others heads and brains with the feel of our hands. In the end it came down to, after much concentration, sensing a wrongness deep within the mass of tissue that was.