"Melanie," I replied mousily."I'm so sorry I never do this but I'd hate myself if I didn't ask you. Is there any chance you'd like to get a drink with...me sometime?"I blushed at his invitation, blood rushing to my head and making me feel faint and stupid. "Umm, ok," I replied sounding like a bimbo. I gave him my number and asked him to text me later as I waltzed away and finished shopping. I was giddy on the drive home, reflecting on the experience of being chatted up by a cute young guy.A. And what, just a whispering voice in their ear converts them? It also inflicts pain and pleasure, she said. When they suck cock or it tells them to, they get a pleasure stimulus. When there is nothing in their mouth it gives them pain. So youre brainwashing them? You could say that. Will it work? It already is, said Lisa. Look. And I could see she was right. The girls seemed to be desperately sucking their dildos now as if it gave them great pleasure to do it. Lisa lowered her head and began. The fat man appeared equally enthused scoring Claus posing as a Polish peasant boy.The men took us to the dining room for dinner and all but ignored us as they conversed about war matters and the foothold they had gained in such a short time, neither knew that we understood German. They talked about their families; both men were married and had children about our age, the weasel boasted of a son enrolled in first year officer school. I had to wonder if the boy wasn't being taught the things. I could see his eyes moving around, not really focusing, like he was trying to see facts and logic somewhere in the air. That's what he looked like when he was thinking.I didn't care what he answered. That he took my question seriously was enough."I think you've got something there, Fifths. I may be a studyholic. Here, take your placebo."They looked a bit like sugar pills but they were deep brown.I finished the soup and part of a glass of ginger ale and was exhausted from the effort. I rolled.