I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the ...isplay.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I. And there across the room, the reflection of her head and torso in the dresser mirror; herself naked, fabulously bobbing up and down as if galloping across a twilight English country landscape. And when she closed her eyes, it was as if she had taken to the air and was soring in great sweeps and plunges lifted and dropped by summer thermals.And for all her skill and energy, the cock that skewered her did not falter, and she came to imagine herself and it as broomstick and rider, its swollen. I felt very alone, and apparently so did Kathy. We found ourselves bumping into each other at social gatherings and randomly around town. I was feeling sorry for myself because of how Sue had treated me and Kathy was missing Bill. She was a great comfort to me and I looked forward to seeing her every chance I could. We would often speak of Bill and how his new job was going. On one occasion we made a plan to go and see him. I would pick her up after work on Friday and we would drive together to. He screamed and I thought about Andi and what she was doing to myrapist. Was this any better? He screamed and I covered my ears.Couldn't listen. What if I was wrong about him? What if-?"Please don't stop......" he begged. "God.......I didn't know it couldfeel like this......"I heard Anna slapping him and then he was crying out: "Fuck meharder.......I'm a bad girl.....a bad, naughty girl!"I breathed again and finally walked away.Later, Anna told me Kenny had wept with guilt and shame.....But.