Like a last gasp to win something. What the fuck ... I fed a twenty to the one armed bandit. I had already laughed and turned away when the machine we...t crazy. I won a million dollars.Security went berserk. The manager came out with a photographer and a big cardboard check. I got my picture taken about a million times and a cashiers check ... and a tax document."You should ring off the win," a cute girl suggested."How to I do that?" Stick a twenty in it and pull the arm." Ok."I did like she. " Yeah, I kind of figured that out." So, what did you want to talk about before Mom called?" Just some of the stuff Sara said. Like she said you didn't feel the way you acted when she moved in your room and the only reason you chewed her out is because I was pissed off at her." Jill, I told you then that I was mad at the way she was taking advantage. Did you think I made up all that stuff I yelled at her about?" No. I just..." You know, I think both of us need to start listening to each other. That view was echoed by the others. After some discussion, Gary suggested that Sally and I might act as ghost writers for them: the idea was that each time we felt the need to pause and recharge our batteries one of the couples would tell their story. Doubtless it would have the desired effect of arousal but would later be polished and published by Sally and me.Here then are the three tales, shaped here and there by us but essentially as they were told in an erotic miasma of half-fulfilled,. Basically, Dr. Atkinson had hourly addresses in the gym with hypnosis generators running as his background to prep families as groups. Then we would direct parents to their child's home room, where the teachers -- or more likely, a Fleet Auxiliary team supported by teachers -- would make the pitch, which was, basically, (from one I attended), something like this:"Okay, we promised something big today, and we're delivering on that promise. Basically, we're making a one-time offer to extract your.