" The voice was female, and seemed to be in your head, almost like you were just thinking it."Who are you? What do you want?" You ask the voice, fear ...ickling your gut."Who I am is a subjective question." The voice said, seemingly amused. "What I want is a far more interesting question. You see, I've grown bored with just existing, so have been creating universes with different rules to this one and placing people such as yourself into them to see what happens." Sensing your doubt, the Entity. I ask you what you are doing back here and you tell me that you got my message. You say that you couldn’t leave me on my own on New Year’s Eve. I smile at you and kiss you. I pull away and blush. You take off your jacket and sit back into the couch and pull me into you so that my legs are lying along the couch. You pat your lap and I lie my head on it. You stroke my hair and rub my shoulder. It makes me feel good and I shift a little, not realising that me doing that is making you hard. I roll. So one day as i was leaving for work rushing as always as fast as i could out the door as you do my wife stopped me and said why didn't i go pick her up from her new part time job she was doing in the city and as it was not far from where i worked it would be nice to be alone together for a little while as we never have time together alone as we have k**s and work commitments etc, so i agreed and asked her what time she said about 6.30 i said thats cool i finsh about 6.15 so i kissed her. "Maybe I should stick this baton up your ass," the guard threatened. "Please, no!" Susan protested.The club struck a savage blow, flattening the cheeks of Susan's bottom. The naked passenger screamed. "I think I will fuck you," the guard declared. Susan whimpered. She wanted to protest again, but she dared not. Her ass stung from the blow of the baton, and she had no doubt that the guard would not hesitate to rain down several more, even harder blows, just as Madame Sharon was wont to do.