“Oh, thank God, Julia, yes!”“Doing something? Yes, sort of, in a way. It’s kind of an energy re-routing in a couple of spots in your brain. It...��s the same way I can talk to you like this, otherwise I would be doing the exact same thing. It allows us to think and fuck at the same time. I sort of developed this, what, skill? out of a survival instinct. It was literally killing me to have as much sex as was needed to set the time-release energy in people. I have to control my thinking and, to some. Cassie was internally horrified. A loose, grey shirt draped over her like a tent. It was long, oversized, and not nearly snug enough to flatter her body shape. Below it, she donned some baggy, cringe-worthy skateboarding shorts. Cassie casually fixed her hair into a ponytail and closed her locker. ‘Let’s get to it then.’ The girls turned a corner and left the change room behind. ‘This is the main floor,’ Cassie cheerily announced. Reema did a panorama as they explored the area at a rather. She is watching some channel on tv. I stood next to her and kept my hand on her back near the neck where the blouse is open and just kept it for a second and taken back and then did it again but this time for more time. She did not say a single word. I started massaging slowly moving my hand under the blouse till the stomach. I pinched her curves on stomach. She is not saying a single word I’m in heaven enjoying her. I’m breathing heavily and I can feel her breath as well. I left that day. This was how I thought religious converts must feel when receiving God, like a divine freedom within voluntary captivity.I waited. Margaret was in front of me now, threading the filigree chain through the top of the key. She clasped it round her neck, adjusted it, and the key now hung down between her small breasts. Her hands floated to my shoulders as she gazed questioningly into my eyes. She must have seen what she wanted because her face moved closer, lips parting. I received her kiss.