"Sorry...I....". He trailed off, embarassed that his erection had made contact with me. "Don't be", I replied, looking up at him and reaching m... hands up to his face. He leaned down to kiss me; our lips meeting halfway, then opening. His tongue surged into mine, and his arms pulled my body into his, again pressing his hard dick into my belly. I stood on my toes to reach his face, but was held so tight against him that I didn't have to support my own weight. I ran my fingers across. As I stood at the urinal, I heard the door open and Santa entered, standing near me, smiling."Alright mate?" I said."Just great, cheers," he replied. "Oh, and thanks for the show," he added. "Very nice, very nice indeed." There might be more on offer, shall we say."He was slightly taken aback with that, but the alcohol we'd both consumed, no doubt, helped in the quick chat."Are you serious?" he said puzzled."Leave it with me and I'll know very shortly. I'll give you the nod if it's on, but it. It was essential for us both, her as a licensed doctor, and me as the undercover wielder of 'alien' mental gifts, to maintain as much normalcy as possible in our public lives.My first candidate for an inspiration bomb was Ramesh Sundri, a researcher at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. His work involving the physics of higher dimensions was on a path that could lead him to a method of manipulating energy and high state matter at lowered temperatures.My second candidate was Chen Hsu, of. .." she trailed off, leaving me to imagine what manner ofnightmare I might find myself in. At that point, I snapped."Listen here you bitch. I don't know what you've done, or how you'vedone it, but I'm going to fucking kill you for this. You put this shitright, and you do it right fucking now," I snarled.The line went dead.Still filled with pent up rage, I sat back in the living room, trying tojust watch TV while I thought of a plan. It was near impossible to getcomfortable in what I had on.