Later that evening I was back in my hotel room. I turned on the telly, that’s what they call the TV over here. I fell asleep watching the women’s ...ymnastics. I don’t know why they call the event women’s when I don’t think I saw a single participant over sixteen years old. I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I heard a noise in my room. The light was on in the loo (another British word meaning toilet) with the door nearly shut. I could make only make out a figure. I reached for the. I nodded and tried to control the stupid grin on my face at how impressed she was."Oh ... My ... God!!" she squealed. "Sean, this is incredible! What else happened?"Once I had lowered us both back into the chair, I told her about the eagles, meeting Grandma and then the story that Charles had shared with me."The weird thing about my dreams up until now, has been that I'm always four-years-old in them. Charles told me that was the normal age for me to enter my training as if there was nothing. The rejectswill either get nothing, or in extreme cases will get an unwanted change.That will also go into the rumors." "How is all that decided?" "Sort of a fast and loose consensus. We don't have anything formal. IfCassandra sees a bad outcome one way or another, we will try and avoid it.Our criteria so far are kind of broad. If someone wants powers forsomething malicious, they will be rejected or worse. If they want somethingthat is socially unacceptable, but ultimately harmless, we will. Being sound asleep, I wasn't sure if it was a dream or real, but it was good either way.Henry whispered in my ear "Good morning, it's time for your wake up call", his throbbing 8 incher rubbing along my crack. I was laying on my front, his muscular body leaning over mine. I jiggled my ass around a little, and then lifted it up to give him easy access.Two seconds later and I could feel his spit on my asshole, followed by two of his fingers caressing my hungry hole. In an instant, he slid that.