I mean, if he knows you know…’ Tom laughed. ‘Sounds a little confusing,’ he said, ‘but I don’t suppose he needs to know I know, does he?�... ‘I…I guess not,’ Melissa admitted. Tom got serious. There was a question he needed answered. ‘Was…was he…Mitch…was he a good lover?’ he stammered. Melissa touched her husband’s face softly. ‘It…it was good with him,’ she admitted, ‘but…you’re still the best lover I ever had.’ She smiled. ‘And besides, I love you, I don’t love Mitch.’ Her answer satisfied Tom.. 'It for sure is just the weirdest thing. I dreamed about you one night and when I woke up the dream was still there: in fact I can't forget it and it makes me so wet. I've been dripping ever since, almost.' So that's what happens, I thought. Her voice changed. 'Wetter than I am now and it's time you did something with that.' I reached down her back and let my fingers explore the crease of her ass and down to her soft folds.'Any wetter than this I'm gonna need a snorkel. I guess you better be. I am Robert. Where and when am I now? Will this jumping in time ever stop, or am I just going quietly insane?Alas, the answer was no, not insane. But nevertheless, it was quite disturbing. I remembered so well my home. It seemed to me that I had been there, just yesterday. And yet, in the same breath, it was as though it had been a million years ago. I remember every life, every death, and every rebirth ... but vaguely. Still, whatever was happening to me must be divine punishment for some past. "Good," Connor gently placed a key on a band around Marc's wrist. "Thatopens the bar behind your private area. It's behind curtain 21, andyou'll use it when you or your clients need a break. You know, maybe tofreshen those pretty lips of yours. I'm sure you'll need to keep themmoist and luscious." Yes sir," said Marc, feeling a lump slide down his throat."Get to work then," said Connor. "And don't forget to smile at alltimes." Oohhh," yelped Marc as Connor squeezed and pinched his ass as he.