The sound of slowly passing autos penetrated the cargo area of the van, but Evilena’s hypno-geek could hear nothing but her voice and see nothing bu... the hypnotic depths of her eyes. He was lost in her hypnotic spell. ‘What is your name my little slave boy?’ ‘ Melvin,’ was his immediate response. Again the hypnoteuse laughed, ‘ Melvin? Your name is Melvin? Well, MELVIN, drop your trousers, I’m going to spank you for being so disobedient.’ The entranced geek fumbled at his belt, as he helplessly. Jake McKnight was 45 years old, married to a stay-at-home drunk wench named Karen. Karen didnt put out anymore. And to make matters worse, Karen smelled like alcohol all the time. Jake had taken to sleeping at the corporate suite or on the couch in the den rather than sleep with his slobbering wife. Amy never noticed Jake eyeing her legs wrapped in nylons. Nor did she ever notice the slight movement in his crotch whenever she bent over in front of him, surreptitiously exposing her ample. For the last two weeks, once we finished our soccer training, Jim, John, and Steve would come over and we would all strip down and soak in the hot tub and drink a couple of beers. College was a lot different than playing in High School.John noticed it first, on the second night that we were out. The bedroom blind parted just a little and if you watched carefully, you could see the motion of someone moving inside. Since Mom and I had lived alone since Dad moved out when I was 12, it didn't take. In January Jim joined the Navy and after boot camp was off on a ship to the Middle East and the gulf war. Because they were young and the Navy didn't pay all that well, Romie moved "home," into our house. Mom and dad gave my room to Romie and I moved into the basement. That was OK because my room had been Jim's before he got married and besides, having my bed in the basement gave me a great deal of privacy although it wasn't pretty place to live.One of the best things about having Romie "home".