I wondered what sort ofnight out she'd had!?The next day, she seemed amused and distracted as I ranted about thesituation, and when I finally wound do...n, she kissed me sweetly andgiggled, "Well, Hon, you're the one who wanted to try this!" (I asn't!But I was too cowed and dependent upon her now to object.) "And it wasyou who posted on the site that you wouldn't unlock till they gave youpermission. So just who do you have to blame for all this, hmmm?" But Honey," I whined, 'I've got to get out. We're bound together by respect for one another and our shared times, good and bad. I believe that this will only heighten our sex life." Even as you watch me take another man's cock in the pussy that's been all yours for over thirty years?" I will admit that when you say it like that, it does spark a twinge of hesitation. How about we invite Margaret over for dinner one night next week. We'll get some delivery something, and she can give us her schpiel. We can ask all the questions we want and. He tried to recall just what was going on. He was in pretty severe pain, both from whatever had happened to his head and from what felt like a catheter in his dick.He was pretty sure he had been dreaming about something that had happened to him previously. Hammer had somehow fastened a whiteboard to the wall of the cell where he was a prisoner. Not that he was sure he wanted to escape, not if half the people who had come through the room to use his body had been telling the truth. That too he. This day there are two conversations of particular interest.While blocking a swing at my leg I ask, “Joe, what’s the collective noun for the people of Chaos?”“You know, I’ve never heard one given for them as a people in the way writers call us Earthlings, Terrans, Solarians, etcetera. I suppose they could be called Chaosians.” He thinks for a few minutes, and smiles. “Maybe we should just call them Chaotics! Ask Mac when you’re next on Crossroads.”A little later while he’s ducking a swing at.