I wasn’t dead. I had just been flashbanged. But in my defense-Two Doyen walked around the corner. Their spikey armor glittered and they had a pair o... glittering psi-halberds in their hands. I sprang to my feet, trying to get a psi-sword into my hands. Nothing happened. And the Doyen walked through me. Then I hit myself again.I wasn’t dead, but I sure as heck wasn’t alive.I was in my astral form.And with a rush, I remembered the last few seconds before everything had gone white. I had been in my. What does that mean? Is it me or is it genetics? That's the question that has been bothering me all night.I don't believe the man knows what is inside himself. I can give him support and guidance. He's different, is our Andrew. He's not like other men I have known. His ego is fragile and he considers himself to be just a boy. But he is so much more than that. I can show him that. We can show him that. And we will.Andrew lives in a vanilla garden apartment complex in the Cleveland suburbs. We. I looked down with amazement on what he was doing to me. He could of done anything to me at this point. He had me. I was reaching an orgasm. I told him not to stop! It felt like nothing I have ever felt before in my life.I was gripping his head like a vice in my knees. Shit it felt so good. His face and neck was soaking wet, but he didn’t seem to care. He asked if I wanted to try something “different”, and if I was game. I couldn’t really think of anything. I was hoping he was just going to. Jugs was lording it over everyone that came within hearing distance and I was getting a bit uneasy about how much she enjoyed making the new girls go through the hoops of submissiveness she wanted for a perfect product. Sometimes, she would take me inside her long-armed embrace and whisper some dirty directions to test their desire to be one of her special workers. I only played along with the nasty game because it was a way to keep my eye on Rosita and make certain she did not get into more.