She leaned over and stuck a tongue in my ear. "It's just you being crazy, you know. Everybody flashes back to another event in the past. Nothing stran...e in that. It's called memory."She was right. It wasn't the IED in Afghanistan. It wasn't the hospitals. It wasn't even anything painful. It wasn't even my desert-me-when-I-need-you, asshole of an ex-wife. It was strange, though."Don't ask me," Martinez said. "I only get snatches of your dreams," said the man I shared synapses with.I squeezed. It was a rite of passage and a time honoured tradition that had spanned generations.Then came the British raj, which could not understand the morality or this role of the Kothas, and they summarily branded this as prostitution, in line with their Victorian moral code.That one act sounded the death knell for this profession. The really top tier of women either got married and quit, or disappeared into society as consorts of sadhus / tantrics. The middle and bottom tier slowly degraded into cheap. She said he was okay at oral. Not as good as me. She said he then moved up to her face and made out with her and penetrated her for their first time. She said his size and good for her. He stays very hard. I go limp a lot when we have sex which isn’t often. He started nice and slow lots of kissing. He fucked my wife in missionary until she had her first orgasm. I hadn’t given my wife a vaginal orgasm in a long time. As soon as she’s get close I’d go limp. After her first orgasm she said she got. “And that would be our cue to leave,” Anniel laughed and then grimaced when both lovers teleported their clothes off and fell writhing into the grass. The lush greenery of the enviro-level rain forest swirled in Alluna’s vision until Anniel’s quarters became a solid reality around her. She swayed a bit, trying to gather her bearings. Would she ever become accustomed to teleportation? Anniel held her a moment against her jutting breasts. Alluna’s face was almost smothered by the tall girl’s.