”“Isn’t stability a good thing?”“Stability doesn’t give me screaming orgasms, Steve. Pardon me for being so blunt. I need more excitement ...n my life. Sure, we have sex, but it’s quite plain. I need more than that.”“Have you considered counseling?” I offered, trying to be helpful.She laughed out loud when I said that, looking at me like I had just said the stupidest thing she’d ever heard. I started blushing, realizing that I’d just made a fool of myself. I was young and naïve, not knowing how. . umm... molesting her?" Molesting?" I asked innocently."Darling, I know you and I know what the Machine does to one's hormones. So whatever you did to this poor child, just keep doing it. She forgot her pain while when you did... whatever it was... to her. And I think I know what it was."Now, with the blessing from my wife, I could pay the victim my undivided attention and I went to work again.Slowly, too slow for my liking, the 'y' closed, centimeter by centimeter, and with each little. Camryn never cared for his brand of charm, but she had to admit that he was attractive. Fucking him might be fun, but she figured this approach wasn’t really Evan’s style. Then, a thought occurred to her. Why did it have to be a guy? Her mind immediately flashed to Haley. Haley was a semi-close office friend who Camryn occasionally had drinks with. They often had casually chatted about their mutual love of rough sex and control. The pieces were starting to fall into place. Haley knew Camryn’s. It had been a long tiring week and it sounded like a very good opportunity to blow off some steam. We must have stopped a five or six bars, playing shuffleboard and having drinks at each place. Finally around 2:00 am we headed back to his house. Well, actually his mother's house as he lived in the basement and had his own entrance. My home was another 20 mile drive and he suggested I sleep in his couch rather than drive any more. I agreed and we found ourselves having another beer and watching.