He was asleep for about an hour when the telephone rang. At first, he was going to let it just click over to the answer machine, but he just couldn’... do it.He hated answering machines, and as long as he was in, he would answer the phone. He picked up the receiver and mumbled a greeting.“Hello, this is Sean speaking.”“Sean, it’s me, Brooke. I was curious; would you be interested in going out tonight?”“I wasn’t planning on it, but if you want to I guess we could, I can pick you up in a couple of. In thissecluded spot I could practice my science powers without callingattention. I thought I'd better have some clearance and so walked into awide area of overgrown grass, where the lavender was blooming and earlybees were starting to amble. My stomach was knotted and excited. I wantedto try flying first of all and closed my eyes to center myself. To switchon my powers all I had to do was to push with my mind like SO, and... There was a sudden explosion like a muffled pop and birds flew up out. She was so destroyed by her climax that she could barely react."Rob... I... I'm sorry," she mumbled softly."Rob... we just, I don't know, it just happened," Camille stammered, trying to apologize.But by now Rob was grinning, unbuckling his pants. "I don't know," he said. "Maybe I'll forgive you both if you let me join in. What do you think?"Camille looked blankly at Laura, who shrugged."Might be fun," Laura murmured."Oh god... I've never done anything like that!" Camille said."You hadn't done. "He got cold feet. At least he called. Then he called late the same night and we had another session on the phone. Afterwards he promised to show up the next day. Letting the string out to pull him in, I told him I couldn't. I stalled him until Thursday figuring he would be full of semen by then. At first he told me he had plans, but eagerness won out, and he decided it would be perfect. Boy's night out, he would join them for a little while and feign sickness. I told him to be honest. Men.