See, I’d been the recipient of a gift, of sorts, a prototype receiver that let me tap into comms across the world, right into my brain, man. Right i...to my fucking brain.”“And someone cut you open to get it. Who? Anna? Charlotte?”“Both, but they knew something I didn’t.”“Which was?”“Victor had my handle, dig? He could hear what I was hearing, and since I knew the old man was still alive, pretty soon, so did Victor.”“Old man,” Gene repeated, “you mean Bridgewater.”“Exactly, dig. Plus, word is. We both moan our pleasure at the joining of our flesh. You place your hands on my chest, and slowly sink the rest of the way down my cock, until your wet lips grasp the base and your ass is flush with my lap. Using your hands on my chest for leverage, you slowly begin to grind your hips into me, feeling my cock massage your inner walls and cervix. My balls are drenched with the wetness flowing from you. My eyes are glued to your face, watching intently your expressions of pleasure. You bite. Rachael was to act the part of the grieving friend. Iwas to live with Rachael at her apartment for a few days whilst thedecorating fumes died down.The sun was peeking over the skyline as Rachael pulled into the lot infront of a mall. She woke me up gently and after checking my diaper yetagain she carried me into the mall. She headed straight for a storethat solely sold baby equipment and using cash from a huge wad thatDavid had given her bought a stroller, a diaper bag, baby bottles andcloth. On the back it's studded."She held my hands in hers and coaxed me to turn the paddle over. Examining it, I recalled Chantelle saying leather goods like this needed to be well crafted. I ran my fingers over the edges of it and inspected the stitching. Then with my eyes closed, I felt its surface with my open hand. The leather was very good quality. It was smooth and supple to the touch. Chantelle also mentioned something about 'give'."It has good 'give'," I said, sounding more intelligent than I.