----------------------------------------At some point in the night, the smoke detectors beeped, telling me we had lost power. That wasn't enough to ke...p me from falling back to sleep. But I did wake up later, stunned by the feeling of something cold touching me. I realized that Chloe had crawled into bed with us, the sweet smell of her hair and ears filling my nose with her own nose pressed to my chest. "Chloe?" I grumbled."Sorry, Master! I wanted to be with you!" No, no, it's fine. You're. And ... well, I've linked them to my computer though a plug-in antenna — there are no wires — and, uh ... the idea is, that ... well ... a person puts the helmet on, and, uh, the things..." E-lec-trodes!" Electrodes, yes ... send gentle pulses to the brain."Betty put her hand over her mouth, hiding a sympathetic giggle. The poor thing was just so horny."And what to these gentle pulses do?" Flutesnoot asked."Well, anything," Dilton replied. "Working from my computer, I can induce any state of. All I could do most of the time was just follow my client around and keep him to a low profile. Except for that one few hour episode with Helen Spires, for example, being a bodyguard was about the last job I wanted in my line of work. On the other hand, as I said, the pay was steady. After all, no sensible person wants to piss off his bodyguard!This thought came to mind as I was riding across a particularly deserted stretch of desert. There wasn't even a cottonwood in sight. Hopefully, I would. My sister, Jill, is a sixteen-year-old knock-out with a grown woman's body. I've been lusting for her ever since she started developing tits. It isn't unusual for our parents to go somewhere overnight and leave me in charge when my sister is hosting a sleep-over.One afternoon, while our parents were still at work, Jill was planning a sleep-over. We were sitting in the den when she mentioned that some of her girlfriends think I'm hot, especially Marcie and Sandy."Really?" I asked."Yes, really,.