Sexual disfunctions were common. More common than most people realized. "You feel a conflict?"Angela nodded again. "It's like a part of me wants to...be sexy, feminine. And another part of me feels like that's homosexual!" She sobbed. "Look at me! I wear clothes to make me look sexy!"Dr. Williams had to agree. His patient was wearing a low-cut blouse, designed to emphasize her modest breasts. Her waist was narrow, but not wasp-like. Her skirt flared around her hips - womanly but not too. Suddenly I felt like RedRiding Hood cowering under the wolf. But, oh, what abig… He opened my shirt with his teeth and one hand,scattering buttons across the elevator. Next he pulleddown my bra, wedging it under my breasts and taking thenipples into his mouth. I moaned and tried to free my hands but he wouldnt letme go just captured both of my wrists in his righthand and pulled up my skirt with his left. Then hisfingers crept under my panties, skimming the smoothskin there, caressing,. Needless to say that the state I was in, I was soon way past the idea of trying to ignore my needs and quickly onto the plan of satisfying them as quickly as possible. Twenty minutes later I was in bed, watching the TV and trying to get myself off as fast as my fingers could carry me.The problem was though, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get off. I was getting hornier and hornier but there was no end product. I got trapped in a desperate loop where the harder I tried to come, the hornier. "Maybe it involves everyone as far as the flash reaches." I suggested.We resolved that since the orb was what had done this to us, maybe itcould switch us back. We decided that we should all touch the orbagain, although none of us wanted to go near it. We played rock paperscissors to determine who would have to go and get the orb. I couldn'thelp but notice my hand as I played. I had long, slender fingers tippedwith long, pink nails.I lost the game and I got up to go get the orb. It had rolled.