I will point out to folks who don’t like to see others manipulated, that sometimes there is a distinct advantage for the manipulated (I wonder if th...t’s the right word). Let’s face it, if you’re blatantly conned into doing something and it all goes tits up on everyone, you can just smile and say, ‘Hey, look, it wasn’t my idea, if it’s gone tits-up, it’s got fuck-all to do with me!’ I’ve had heroes in similar circumstances in the past, where readers have failed to realise that playing dumb can. As soon as my hotel room door closed behind us, we started to hug and kiss. The kiss became very passionate and my hands started to feel the curves on her body. Her hands were no idle either, they very soon found the way to my crotch and started to feel my hardening cock.I quickly took off my clothes but told her to keep her clothes still on as she looked stunning in that dress. But soon I lead her to the bed. She went lying on the bed and I climbed between her legs. She had still the dress on. But you remember how things were in the old reality?" Yeah." Do you want your old reality back?"I guessed so. "Yeah."Stiff opened and closed his mouth. "Then WHY..." he yelled and threw uphis hands in exasperation. "Okay, have it your way. I want to fix thingsnow, make them normal again. Work with me, okay?" But I don't want things reversed." I muttered. Yeah, that was contraryto what I said before. I somehow liked my new body. It was limber,energetic and sexy. Why couldn't I keep it? And the. He got up, slipped into a bath-robe and looked across at me. ‘Pop into the bath-room for a minute darling – no point in giving the motel staff even more to gossip about than they already have.’ I understood what he meant and only came out again when I heard the door close again a few minutes later. Brian and the waiter had set up the table very nicely and the sight and the smells of food made me realise that I was actually quite hungry. I noticed that Brian had ordered a bottle of wine to go.