He bit his lip. When Jason was halfway to the door, Richie leapt up from the sofa and caught up with him."Hey, uh, I wanted to ask you something," Ric...ie started. "You, uh, really think this Nyssa chick is making people's fantasies come true?" Well, to an extent, yes. Ones that involve controlling someone, or making them do what you want. Or changing their personality."Richie just nodded slowly, his eyes distant."What?" Huh? Nothin'. Just thinkin'. Listen, uh... I never thanked you guys for. I sensed him inhale sharply as I took them between my fingers and gently squeezed. I traced his belly with my fingers, stopping at his jeans. I delicately traced his skin, from his belly to his side and then back again to his belly. Taking hold of his pant's button, I worked it loose. I ran the palm of my hand over the front of his jeans and I felt his cock twitch. Taking hold of the zipper, again I moved ever so slowly, and I unzipped his jeans. Putting my fingers inside his pants, I rocked. As you probably know from Michael, our dad died when I was fifteen. I’m eighteen now…’ I trailed off. The look on his face told me everything – he hadn’t known at all. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he said, solemnly. ‘I’ve only know Michael a year…I didn’t know…’ He stopped, looking embarrassed. I smiled. ‘It’s okay. I’m kind of over it,’ I lied. ‘Plus, he died doing something he loved.’ When he asked how, I told him everything. How he’d been racing his motorcycle in practice for a competition. How he hadn’t. We like the wind against us as we walk toward the bow. After lunch on our third pass around I remembered that we had never been to the orgy room.“Is anybody up to trying the orgy room?”Abby asked, “Isn’t the ship itself enough of an orgy room?”Will commented, “Maybe it’s even more orgy-er than what we have seen so far. We should at least look. Okay?”It could have been because I brought up the subject, but I was to be the spokesman for our checking out the orgy room.At first, the room did not.