Who is to say what is real? I mean, molecules and microbes make up the air we breathe every day, and we take for granted that they are real. But have ...ou ever seen one? No? Well, that doesn’t mean they don’t exist, right? Millions of people believe in a God which they trust exists only through faith. Could all these millions of people be written off as insane because they believe in something that cannot be proved? Then there’s the small matter of quantum physics. One of our favorite topics.. Number six was clean-shaven head to toe. Her skin was ash white, her lips, eyes, fingernails and toenails were all black. She had lots of black tattoos of dragons and spider webs. When she opened her mouth, she had white fangs and the inside of her mouth was bright red. Number seven was a well-endowed, redheaded, freckle-faced shy schoolgirl. Her belly shirt said, ‘Daddy’s Girl.’ She looked me straight in the eyes, swayed, shifted her weight and flashed her white damp panties at me. Number. He looked at me again, with rage in his eyes and took his two bony arms and threw the entire plate of food in my face and on my clothes. I was fuming. This went on for the next two days. He ruined all of the scrubs I had with me, since the airline lost my luggage. “Oh you want to play it this way old man, it’s on.” I left the room and went to the bedroom where I was sleeping, hopefully there would be clothes for me to wear. I opened the closet and there was an assortment of nurses. My Sloggi basics briefs looked good too, brand new and with a growing bulge.We sat on the swing chairs, one each, facing each other. “Want to see my tits?” she asked. I could hardly speak, my dick was getting firmer and I just nodded. She did that lift over her head thing, peeling off the sports bra. Her little tits were so appetising, firm as anything, big brown nipples standing out. That bra seemed a complete waste of time; it just made them even smaller. “Your turn” she smiled, blue eyes.