I responded by sinking my tongue deep inside her mouth. I placed my hand on the soft fabric covering her breasts, and gently squeezed her bra.I glance... a peek out of one eye at Donny. He was rubbing himself over his jeans.Sam helped me remove my suit jacket, and I helped her remove her bra. All the time under Donny's scrutiny. Sam's breasts stood firm. I slipped my hand under the latex and felt her soft fuzz between my fingers.Donny's hand was by now, inside his trousers, and gripping his. I have to admit that this smile was not a particularly reassuring one and I felt a shiver run through my ... ummmm... "un-body". I did not think I would be able feel my blood run cold once I was dead."I was not expecting you to meet me, Lord," I said, hoping this was a sign that my devotion to Him in my life had made me special.He smiled, again, in a particularly menacing way. "I meet all of my creations as they die, regardless of religion or faith, for it was IWho made you ... so learn some. Crane came to our home consecutive evenings for a week. Each visit lasted a couple of hours, but seemed like mere minutes. I really don't even remember being hypnotized on any of those occasions, but upon her final visit, she assured me my mind had been thoroughly 'conditioned' and was completely receptive to my new training. That night, after we made love, Kyra gave me a pill to help me relax. She popped the first CD into my Discman, placed it on my bedside table, then slipped the headset over. They sued for restriction of business, or something like that. The long and short of that battle is the NFL and the football commissioner caved, and the Rams moved from California to St. Louis."The football commissioner got his revenge by counting seats in the new stadium, then changing the rules about the teams hosting what is called a Superbowl. The new stadium in St. Louis found itself a few thousand seats short, seating-capacity wise, and there was no way for St. Louis to earn money by.