Those words were foreign to her now. Day and night were terms that were distant memories. She knew light or darkness, no shades of dusk or tints of da...n. She couldn't think of what the wind was or how it felt against her skin. The only air she got was the stale air that was thinly circulated by fans. Trees, flowers, animals, those things were gone to her, gone like her innocence. Gone like her belief of heaven because she survived in hell.She wasn't concerned with her nudity any longer. Any. Mary said, “Oh my Melanie, he appears to be out cold. What should we do now?”“We undress him of course,” she said. “You wouldn’t want to sleep in your clothes would you?”“I wouldn’t but I also don’t want to get in trouble. Let me close and lock the door first.” The thought of what was about to potentially happen caused my cock to start to get hard. Melanie started with my shoes and socks then undid my belt and slid my pants off.“Oh my,” Mary whispered. “He’s got an erection. Maybe we’d. "But Igather you enjoy it? Or at least, I'm assuming you do. I mean, going outin public ..."I returned the smile. "I love it. But it's also terrifying. I've beendoing it now for quite a while, but I still worry about beingrecognised. So when you said you knew I wasn't a real girl, that waspretty devastating." I gave his hand a squeeze. "Thanks though for beingso nice about it." I released his hand and stood up. "And I'm sorry fornot being, you know, the real thing."Justin looked up at me, his. I needed to just go to bed, sleep on it and hope that tomorrow would bring me more answers."Roll over honey. Let me work on your chest," she said softly.She got up and I rolled over. She stood over me, her legs straddling my hips. Her robe had opened enough to show off a lot of leg. If not for the dim light, I might have seen what she was wearing under the robe. When I looked up to her face, I caught a glimpse of her desire. She smiled, hiding her thoughts, but it was too late. I knew her.