The monkey moved toward the bedpost and started reaching for Will’s belt.“Stop that,” Will said pulling on his shirt. The monkey did not listen....It untied his coin purse from his belt and started pulling it open.“Hey!” Will said reaching for the purse. The monkey squawked in protest, jumped from the window sill, to the bed, to a tall bookshelf and was halfway up in an eyeblink. Will stared, looking to Bella for assistance. She was calmly pulling on her multicolored skirts, using the edge of an. Once the dust was inside, she turned the parasites off, uncoiled some wire and quickly earthed them. When they had drained, she stashed them back into her pouch and crabbed back into cover with the rest of the team.The smart-dust would give them 'eyes' and 'ears' inside the iLOX camp and they could remain in relative safety while they scoped things out and planned their next move. Kurt already had a small computer open and they were looking at the screen as the smart-dust spread out and began. My dreams were like a ghastly, ghostly replay of the lowlights of the people, places and things that hurt, scared, or damaged me as I tried to live as Ross, and then Terry.The flashes of insight gained through reliving all of those events were entertaining, if not pleasant. Scenes rushed across my mental movie screen, filing me with fear, pain, and sorrow.I HATED the movie of my life as Ross... ... until... ... the moment Hazel killed Ross all over again.As a viewer, instead of a participant. Yet I just could not stop thinking about him, his cock, his moans, talking about me and the way his cum shot out and landed on his legs. It was becoming an obsession. I was walking around always horny. My pussy itched and I swear if he was in the room, I could feel my juices running down my legs!I kept telling myself no. As long as it was something I thought about while finger fucking, or masturbating with a vibrator, I was doing nothing wrong! I thought hard about calling my brother, but damn.