That wasn’t a euphemism or a cry for help.”“Good to know.” said Jazz. “What was your idea, Paige?”“Well, our video where Nick played D&D...with lingerie models has like ten million hits. It obviously spoke to some primal nerd fantasy.” said Paige. “I only have anecdotal evidence, but I suspect it tied into some lingerie model fantasies too.”“What anecdotal evidence do you have of that?” Cat asked.“None of them have left. There were four models in that video. Two of them now live in the Loft. One. It would be at the University of Chicago where Fermi had caused the first chain reaction to build the atomic bomb. This way she would be at her apartment at night awaiting Max or Sylvia. Mildred could have her cake and eat it too.Olivia rested her head on Tim's shoulder. They had made love three times and now her husband was taking a short nap. She smiled at her transformation to a man. It was kind of fun fucking a woman with a cock. She had done it to Mildred the same way her husbands had done. I was so surprised, I just stood there gawking. The tires screeched in protest as she gunned the motor and reversed back down the road to where I stood.“Want a lift or don’cha?” she asked in a husky southern drawl.“Yes, ma’am!” I replied, getting my head together. “Well, plant your butt and let’s git it on the road.” She was smiling, and the twinkle in her eye told me this was going to be one good ride. I dumped my stuff in the back and slid into the bucket next to hers. She drifted into low. The three men were outside and they all quickly changed places in their own cars.Laura climbed into the front seat of Charlie's car beside him. Another guy took the wheel on Stella’s car and she went with him. My sensual wife climbed another car with a Latin guy at the wheel.They went again to that same western country dance place where they had met Anita the first time.I saw them from the shadows of a dark corner near the tables.As soon as my wife was seated close to that Latin guy, whose name.