Apparently his machine had changed that presumption, if those stories were even true. He made a mental note to study up on the subject."Cindy?" Yes" A...ter you leave here you will not remember anything about me or even being here. If Stacy questions you if you met with me, you will tell her "No" you decided to go shopping at the mall instead." I understand."Neil sat back and went over his instructions in his mind, making sure that he had not forgotten anything. When he was sure that he had. I pushed all the way, balls deep, and stopped. I left it right there, paused, looked at her, then looked around waiting for someone to knock on the door, or the phone to ring or a car to pull in. Then I pulled back, and thrust it into her again. I started pulling back and thrusting. Over and over. She never let out a single sound. She gave a little grimace, and took in a deep breath with every thrust. We kept going like that for a while. I started thrusting harder and faster. Now she started to. Just as she kind of felt relieved about that, she accidentally pushed her travel bag over, and the contents of the suite case scattered noisily over the carpet into the living room, right in front of her friends.Donna turned beat red, and she ran back into the kitchen. This was too much to happen all at once. Though she had told them she used dildos and the likes, really showing the goods was not something she had wanted to do.“Hello?” she said absentmindedly into the phone, as she listened in. I had finished sitting down by this point. She looked at me speculatively."I'm sorry, I should have asked. Is this seat taken? It's just that seeing you after all this time..."I broke off unable to say any more."It's all right, I'm all alone; I'd be glad of the company. "The lump in my throat made talking difficult."You... you're looking... what are..." I subsided into silence and just stared at her. Her luminosity affected me the way it always had, but not having seen her for twenty years left.