Talk about stupid moves! Ithought my first frat party hangover had broken me of that habit.But my head just barely moved. I tried moving my arms. No j...y either. Idimly remembered a (former!) girlfriend who spouted new agepsychobabble about "near death experiences" and "alien-abductionwaking-paralysis dream states."Then my higher brain functions kicked in, and I recalled the words"accident" and "hospital." I realized the glowing figure was probably anurse or a doctor, and not an angel of death. When the three ladies are together we are more like friends than fuck buddies. However, I do get to look up skirts, cop a feel, or steal a kiss. I might get to finger fuck Shirley or Debbie and then put that finger into Connie’s mouth. She knows where it has been because I make sure to tell her. Often she will ask me for more. She likes girls and boys equally. I keep trying to get the other two to join Connie and me in bed but it hasn’t happened.Then one day Connie, her daughter Stella, and her. I planned to poke and prod at the edges of my old life, just to satisfy my curiosity. I could walk in my oldest son's house and claim to be a relative, if I had a need to, and Cooper James' DNA would back me up.But I had no desire to. That was my old life and this was my new, and this one was going to be very, very different. After all, the disembodied voice in my head told me so.I took the Harley into town for my meeting, thinking I might stop at a place I'd found online that looked like a. In his lap was a load of papers. They looked about a foot high. He was reviewing them. Occasionally he would make some notes somewhere on the paper he was looking at.There was a teenager with him. That teenager stood off to the side somewhat to give him a little privacy.I have to give him credit. Stone had a good idea there. He probably gets a lot of work done out here with the soothing environment. The lack of a staff keeps the interruptions to a minimum.The teenager that was with Stone looked.