“What are you, God or Demon or something like that?”“No Richard I am not a God. I am indeed a machine, an artificial construct with one purpose ...nd you are among those I have chosen to be my tools to achieve that goal.”The landscape disappeared before Richards eyes and before he could really think he found himself in a large cave. He could not pinpoint where the light came from that made the entire place glow in an eerie red shine. The shrouded man was standing before him on a raised platform. I don’t know why I did what I did next, but.. For some time, I had played with the thought of adding a bit of spice to our sex life at home – as I mentioned the old lady was denying me sex and I bought a “date ****” kit intending to feed to my wife and fuck the shit out of her – that would learn her not to play with me. I had it in my cart, so I grabbed it and I just put all of it in Dagmar’s coffee – I had no idea how it would work or even if it would kill her on the spot! Now the big problem. I inquired about her friend that I saw at their place and she told me it was just a guy from neighbourhood that uncle knew.We chatted till 2-3 in the night talking about all the things…From places to visit, places to ignore, where she can make new friends, hangout places nearby her new college etc etc. When we were talking about her college I told her about that place in her college that was famous for making out.At first she ignored it but then she asked me how do I know about it. I just. That wave of feelings was followed by a trough of darkness. She felt her legs giving out beneath her as she crumpled to the ground. It was a wonderful darkness that felt so warm and safe. She didn’t want to leave that marvelous place of bliss, but she could hear a voice calling out to her, “Cowgirl? Are you there? Come on, my naked little cowgirl, open your eyes.”She slowly opened her eyes to find herself on her knees and elbows on the hot surface of the road. Annabelle was sitting on the road.