"Are you sure you're in the righttime, chief?" You ain't the only one that shares memories, Skipper." Chief Samuelssmiled brightly."No, I guess I'm no..., chief," I laughed."So when we ship out, Skipper?" I leave immediately, Ricky-Lynn." I told her as I stood up."But it was my idea!" she complained.A somewhat familiar alleyway replaced my office.Walking out onto the main sidewalk, I noticed my previous companionsseveral yards ahead of me. As I remembered, this was about the spotwhere the young. When I finally settled down and got married, my wife would refuse to swallow my load. It was for this reason that I initially created my subliminal messaging CD’s.My wife is always asking me to burn her CD’s of her favorite artist Michael Buble,so creating her a CD is nothing out of the ordinary. Over time I have learned to be more specific with my messages, (more on that in my future stories) as it has caused me some headaches.As I stated earlier, straight up subliminal message tapes do not. And then it was another two minutes, it seemed, while her mouth and tongue rose back to the top, and then her inner lips and her tongue swabbed me gently, and her mouth let me go. And she continued to hold me and she gazed at me while she swallowed and she settled closer. And then she did the same thing all over again. And after she had gone through the same, unhurried enclosing for the fourth time, I was rigid and hard and good as new, saying hello to the roof of her mouth with a feeble pulse. The first thing I noticed was Sammy. But it was a cute fellow student that reminded me of my Dad that said, “I’m sorry about that. My Dogs have always been more respectful than that. They’ve never gone after a woman like that. I taught them to only mate with a person who is willing. And never disrobe someone like that. If they’re willing to act like that I guess we’ll have to put them down.”I quickly shouted, “No! Don’t do that.” At a more normal tone, “I just came from the Genetic manipulation.