I had slept on small pads on the ground and narrow bunks in the government housing units in the military. It made me sleep in one spot without a lot o... twist and turns.I knew there had to be a place that would cut me a piece of foam, so I went to a small fabric shop first. They had two foot wide pieces of foam in rolls. Getting a 4" thick piece cut 6ft long was no problem. I could even get it rolled and into the trunk of the Toyota. Since I had the whole back seat as well as the passenger seat. Max has been my barman for many of years now. He knows my mood not by my face or my tales, but by what liquid I decide to put in me that day. He brought over a double immediately along with a whole quartered lime. He was already sure I'd be having a few more. I downed the shot and began sucking a lime quarter as he poured my beer. That's when she walked in. The first thing she did was survey the room. It didn't take long. Besides me and Max, there were only two other groups present. Tuesday. “You will get used to the pain,” he promised with certainty, arousal thick in his voice. “Then, you will start to enjoy it. Eventually, you will crave it and beg me for it, for more of it, harder and faster. Before long, the tears you shed will be tears of pain and of frustration because you will fight against the unbearable need to give yourself over to the climax. But do not worry,” he said, leaning down and laying a single kiss on the back of her neck where a few curls of her hair stuck to. The individual mind that's talking to you right this instant isn't the one that was born in your Corvallis, but I've got access to his memories so it makes no real difference. There are several copies of this dimension's original Mark-mind doing various things. When they're finished their tasks, and finish any subsequent tasks they take on, they'll cancel themselves and there'll be none of the original mind for this dimension left, and it won't matter. With nothing to make any of the Marks.