” Roy pulled on his jacket and stood by the front door. “I need a ride.”“It’s a school night.” Amanda put down her magazine and walked int... the hall. Sure enough, Roy looked ready to head out. “Where are you going?”“I’d rather not say.” Roy smiled at his mom.“I’m not taking you anywhere at this hour, young man.” Amanda crossed her arms and planted her feet.“Where’s Dad?” Roy lowered his voice to a whisper.“He’s in his study, working.” Amanda raised her eyebrows and cocked her head at Roy.“Come. The cunt juice is just pouring out of you!”It just keeps getting worse. Every time I think my situation is as as bad as it can get it gets worse. Each new dehumanizing act of degradation seems to draw me deeper into a pit of shame.In moments I was having another orgasm. As his lips clamped down on my clitoris I could no longer control myself. I screamed loudly in pleasure and to my everlasting shame I experienced a huge orgasm. Worse than that, it was, without question, the most intense orgasm. Wasn't brand new, not by any stretch. The instruments were the old round faces, familiar to me from hundreds of hours of seeing some just like them in other planes. I rested my hand on a pair of throttles, though. That's NIIIIICE.I'm looking around. Six seats. A huge cargo area. I know that this thing is likely made to seat up to eight or ten, so that meant that somebody was hauling stuff. 'A dollar'. 'Surplus to needs' indeed. I probably don't want to know what's been hauled in this. “I’ll see everybody else just as much: Ted, Cassandra, Dr. Rosi, even Michiko. But...”“Oh my God!” Paula shouted.“What?” Paul asked.The little girl slapped herself in the forehead. “The fans! We can’t get together to do shows; not unless Michiko can find us a one thousand one foot stage. FUCK!”“I ... I hadn’t even thought...”“Neither had I!”“We gotta do something for the fans!”“They’ve been wonderful!”Paula thought hard. “Maybe we can release messages? ‘We want to thank you for your support,’.