They would gaze into each other’s eyes, then Robin would sigh and pick up the empty bowl of popcorn and take it into the kitchen. She’d come back ...o the living room to say goodnight, and Max would smile and say, “Sleep well,” or “Pleasant dreams,” aware that he was trying not to look at her breasts or notice how the green tank top he liked revealed her cleavage. Often, when she'd walk away, he'd glance at her ass and the slight swaying of her hips and cringe at the sexual urges that swept over. ”“Then how?”“Like I said, thoughts are like sparks inside your brain. People can monitor those sparks.”“Monitor?”“Do you know what a hair net is?”“Like what those ladies wear at the cafeteria?”“Exactly. You wear something like that. They have what are called diodes. Little metal thingies. They can read the sparks, and since there’s a bunch of them on those hairnets, they can figure out where those sparks happen. But that’s all anyone can ever see. They see where your brain makes those things. He could tell she was nervous. He walked up to stand behind her one hand on her hip and pointed to the ocean where she was watching a group of Dolphins dip and jump for the people in the boats. ‘Such beautiful creatures,’ she remarked. ‘Yes.’ He replied. ‘They are. But not as beautiful as you.’ She laughed. ‘Do you say that to all the random women you pick up on tours?’ ‘No.’ He said ‘you’re the first.’ She turned to face him leaning against the railing ‘I find that hard to believe Mr. Two of the three shemales were also there, problem is I was way over dressed. Some had panties on, none had tops on, everyone had huge tits that like Jennifer’s and Candi’s stood proud and high. Jennifer stood, “Everyone this is Eric our new ranch hand and maybe more later on. Take your time to get to know him. From what I saw last night, he has a very nice cock” I smiled, embarrassed to the max, poured some coffee and some toast, then took a seat. An older gentlemen stood, I had not seen him.