Plain white, sealed, with my name computer-printed on the front. I resisted the temptation to open it, put it in my robe pocket, and walked up the pat..., and into the house. Back in my room, I sat on the bed, and stared nervously at the envelope. Well, nervously, but with more than a touch of arousal. This game was turning me on more than I would have believed. Finally I tore it open, and pulled out the single piece of white paper inside. It was computer printed as well, plainly. I can pretend. They weredefinitely smaller and as I touched them they seemed to have a sort ofspongy texture.Then she started stroking my penis and it began to get hard. At least Ihadn't lost my ability to get an erection, in fact I seemed moresensitive and tingly than ever. As she stroked me even harder she said,"Yes, your loving daughter came up with the idea of chemical'modification' for you." I could tell she was loving every minute of thisand although I was hard as a rock, I shuddered when I heard. She demanded he confess the innermost feelings of his heart. Emily bridled. Evan could tell she was becoming impatient. “It is a simple question, Evan,” she insisted. “The ramifications are many, Emily,” he said uneasily. “Fine,” she said. “I’ve decided what I want to do with my life, Evan. But, before I can move in that direction, I need to know the answer to my question. So, please, just a simple yes or no. Do you love me?” Evan sighed, looking down at the table. The answer was clear. The. “The international law enforcement community that descended on the Late Duke’s estate following the shocking discovery of Lady Deirdre’s dead body immediately connected the dots to both events and concluded beyond any doubt that the attacks were connected. Their efforts are totally focused on finding connective tissue between the poisoning of Lady Deirdre and the attempted shooting of Lord Terrance.” Jack succinctly summed up what the international news had reported just moments before he woke.