That night I went to bed early but I did not dream at all. I felt cheated and lonely in the morning, nothing had happened. Two nights later she ret...rned, this time we talked when she appeared. She told me her name was Daphne, her main goal was to please me and take a small part of my being each time we met. She explained my “soul" was at risk but this was a concept I could not understand. Science has never proven a person to have an immortal soul, what she talked of made no sense, but she. At ten o’clock Mandy came into our bedroom as she was told to do. My wife took her into our bathroom and gave her an enema, a douche, and then got in the shower with her. When my two girls came to bed I was in the middle where I belonged. Both girls cuddled into me and placed their heads on my shoulders. My arms wrapped around them with a tit in each hand. When I tweaked Mandy’s nipple she cooed softly.I asked Mandy how she liked her day and she said that it was fantastic, even when I took her. His blue eyes shined, and my heart instantly felt lighter. I was at peace with myself. I was admiring how nice he looked, with his medium length blonde hair I’d come to love and a nice dress shirt and pants. Now that I had thought about it, he never looked so handsome either. Being as short as I was, he was a whole foot taller than me, reaching a height of 6’1”. His body type was a little chunky, but not in an unattractive way by any means. It was actually something I’d come to appreciate as. I didn't know where I was, had no clue how much longer it would take, and the urban jungle of Manhattan only amplified my feelings of being lost without direction.Twenty minutes ago I knew who I was, knew who I was with, and knew why I was here. But now I wasn't so sure about any of those things. I knew my name, of course, but my sense of identity had been shattered. I no longer recognized the woman in the seat next to me; sure, her face was that of someone familiar, but the person behind her.