.At some point, sometime ... somewhere...Noise filtered into my existence.It was a scratchy, annoying kind of noise that was accompanied by my worst e...emy... ... the beeping machine ... Beep ... Beep ... Beep...Death hated me. I know that Death hated me, because that beeping machine followed me here.Wherever here was, was where that damned beeping thing turned up.But then again, if I was hearing that blasted beep, then I was no longer dead. Aliveness had replaced my dead-li-ness, and I knew. That guilt quickly evaporated once I got to work. I started researching online for the best massage shops in town. Everyone insisted that the Japanese run parlors were the absolute top spots, using creative language to hint at the services offered without coming right out and saying they were rub and tug joints. I found one that had a solid 5-star rating, as well as a name that I found to be hilarious: “Rub you Long Time.” The other big hint that it was an erotic parlor was that all the. .. we all sat around the coffee table and started to play cards .... I lost the 1st two hands and obviously lost my panties and had to undo 2 suspender straps ...but started winning and had them both knickerless and kissing one another as forfeits, things were hotting up when .........fucking hell ...the door opens and Susans husband is standing there...with a quick look around he unzipped and flopped out his hardening manhood ...waving it around and just said ..... Well Hello Ladies ....one of. Plus, based on what she had told Robbie, maybe he was a surrogate for me. She knew I wanted her, thought she could never do it with me, and used Robbie instead. I felt much better.Then I had a revelation. I had made a point with each of the Mothers to emphasize how much her son wanted her, just to plant the seed and see if my friends could make them sprout. What if Robbie had done that for me? As I thought about it, I became more and more sure that he had. That made me feel even better. You.