She told Dominique all about how she had bent over for the stranger in the doorway during the rainstorm and described the feeling of his spunk hitting...deep inside her vaginal channel. She explained it was more the "wetness" that overwhelmed her and pushed her into a veritable swoon still standing on her feet.Dominique was frigging her button frantically during the expose and had to hold onto Claire's shoulder to keep from toppling over onto the fluffy white carpet imported from Portugal. The. Those who always 'knew better' than the average person, scared me. The government said it constantly, by saying we did not have the full picture. Then they always failed to give us the full picture. Well, most of the time, anyway. Secrecy, of course, was the reason to keep everyone clueless.Which brought me to another thought that was disturbing. Was I any better? I had at my fingertips, medical discoveries to come for at least the next 50 years. A lot of those were huge. I could ease and save. It worked. The funny thing is for a split second I myself passedout. It was like when you're really tired and you close your eyes andyour head falls back but you catch yourself.That should have been a sign but at the time I didn't know I was in facthypnotizing myself as well. I guess I should not have sat her down at hermakeup table with a mirror behind it. But anyways back to my suggestions.I got up to see if she was really in a trance. I tapped her on theshoulder. Nothing then I grabbed her. If we were careful, in a few months, we'd have it all under control and could resume a normal life again. Her birthday came - and so did she - over and over. In addition to plenty of sex - just the way she liked it - I was her adoring slave, pampering her with a pedicure and a bubblebath and a romantic candlelit, cooked-by-me dinner. She loved it.My birthday was the week after hers. When I came home from work, she met me at the door - naked. And laughing and dancing, she'd pulled me inside by.