"You have a '98 Buick Regal registered in New York. They don't list the color of the car in their records." Buick Regal," Kris repeated. It didn't mea... anything to him. He couldn't even think of what a Buick Regal looked like."What about your personal life?" asked Mitch."I'm pretty sure I write books," said Kris. "I have this kind of hazy memory of a computer screen, and I'm writing something. It has chapters, so it has to be a book." Maybe you came up here to do research on a book," suggested. Do youunderstand?Yes, you are doing very good, you are listening to only my voice. You canrespond only to my voice.I want you to next begin shutting down the parts of your conscious mindthat engage your senses. Observe how your mind is disengaging from itsnormal process of monitoring your external world.You hear nothing but my voice.You see nothing but what I direct you to see.You smell only what I tell you to smell.You are losing all sensation.You don't feel as if you even have a body anymore.. It would only take a few minutes, and I needed to do it.I had a little extra money saved up. I could log onto Buy dot com real quick. Check out their specials. They had some great buys. Maybe I could pick up one of those flat LCD's. I'd have so much more room on my desk. Or... I was stalling again.I put my hands on the keyboard and started typing.Mrs. Morganthal.I'm tempted to write, "Hi. How are you? I'm Fine. Tony "This is one of those times that there's so much to say and no words to say it.. His cock was enshrouded by the softly moving halo ofher hair as she moved her mouth and lips over his cock. Her handsroamed over the smooth, too hairless flesh of his abdomen, occasionallycaressing the soft swell of his breasts or brushing a long fat nippleand sending a thrill down his spine directly to his swollen shaft.A low moan escaped his lips again, feminine in tone and aspect. Whatthe hell kind of dream was this? Breasts? All was distraction, however,as the tension in his cock was.