“What were you thinking?”“We weren’t,” I said. “At least I wasn’t. Beth was my best friend and it just never occurred to me to do anythi...g sexual with her. Well, except occasionally trying to sneak a peek down her shirt.”“You didn’t,” Beth laughed. “That’s like me admitting that I noticed your pants when you got a hard-on.”“When did you do that?” I asked.“At the prom when we kissed. I thought, ‘Wow, the kiss wasn’t really much, but he seemed to like it.’ Then I went off and kissed Marlene.”“You. ..in one month! The time limit had not occurred to me, and now I was stranded in this vile place doing obscene oral service for thirty days because I had been so stupid!I had set the device , mentally , to take me to any possible sexworld at random, a major mistake on my part, and I vowed that in the future, I would be infinitely more selective in my choices. For the moment, however, the device had chosen for me, and I had no choice but to complete the mandate...one month sucking cock. He then said something I guess was in Arabic. I don’t know exactly what it was but it was probably saying he was about to cum because he started shooting his wad into Maria’s mouth. When he was done, Maria opened her mouth and showed him his load of cum in her mouth and then she swallowed a couple of times to clear her mouth and opened back up again to show him she had swallowed all of it.He pulled his pants back in place and Maria came back to my side of the counter. When I got the receipt. Her part in everything was an accident. What I did, not helping Fuzz, had been intentional.Before I knew it, the Bartletts were standing in front of me. Mrs. Bartlett hadn't composed herself yet. She tried several times to say something to me, but couldn't get the words out."It's OK, Connie," Mr. Barlett quietly soothed his wife. He looked at me. "She wanted to thank you, but..." his words trickled off.I stood up, unsteady until I could get my crutches under my arms. I didn't know what to say,.