Not true!” Her voice ... querulous, odd tone to it.I took a deep breath and was about to turn to look at Dulcie. Out of my depth, yes. But she was t...ere beside me, radiating serenity.“Alice,” she was speaking quietly. “Look at me, Alice.”“No ... stay away from me. Who are you? Like Don. He scared me too.”“Alice ... don’t you want to be free?”“Free?” That voice was different again. “If Alice is free, what happens to me?”“AH!” Dulcie’s voice held ... what? Satisfaction? “Religious spirit, leave. As always, I had to mess with it some more. Therefore all mistakes and omissions are all on me.She left, he discovered a lot.Authors Note: This story is a return to my angry persona; I find it an easier formula to write. I am not necessarily abandoning my happier, softer stories; it is that my muse must have a case of the ass right now.My name is Chuck Torrence; I am an electronics engineer. I had some good ideas for some electronic gadgets while I was in the military. When I got out I patented. Again I feel a hand on my ass cheek but this time it squeezes harder and again I swing my hand back swatting the hand away. Finally making my way through the crowd I sigh with short lived relief as I suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around me, one hand reaching for my breast area and the other reaching for my crotch, gripping both and squeezing hard causing me to yelp in pain. Harder and harder the hands squeezed and my attempts to pull them off only caused them to squeeze harder, tears. On the expansive surface here and there were large container ships and smaller freighters. Occasionally we’d see a sailboat or two heading with the wind. It was nice to watch them interact and see a non-sexual play between them. I wondered what they were thinking.Gina was filled with energy. I could still detect the smell of sex despite her showering before we left for the airport. We talked.“I have really enjoyed myself.”I replied, “I am glad. I worried about the age difference.”“I was worried.