The Man looked again at his perfect self, posing in the mirror for a few moments longer before he returned to the bed. Sitting himself at its edge, he...plucked a fuzzy peach from the basket on the table. Sinking his teeth in, he let the sweet nectar run down his chin; dripping, coolly, on his chest. He took another bite and savored the flesh of the fruit, the subtleties of its taste -- the feel of its texture on his tongue, in his hand. The sensation of fullness as each bite reached his empty. . This is my first day here...” He said. “Cool,” I said back. “So, what’s your name?” “My name’s Kyle. K-Kyle Thompson.” He informed me. “Cool,” I said again. “My name’s Jerry Lewis. If you need any help about getting around or anything like that, you can ask me.” “Thanks,” he said, smiling. By now we were only halfway through the second flight of stairs. “So...” he started quietly, “I saw you stroking your cock when I was putting my underwear on... are you by any chance...gay?” I almost. She noticed that his eyes keptwandering to her nipples that were nicely outlined by her silkblouse. After dinner, they'd driven in separate cars to a small clubon the west side. They started dancing, and he'd been a gentlemanat first, but after Linda had started rubbing the upper part of herhip against his groin, things got a bit more raunchy. "God, that feels pretty nice." she'd whispered in his earafter letting her hand drop down between them and into his crotch.The rubbing and. When he realized this, he jumped to the other side of the floor away from her."What the fuck just happened?" he cried out."Darling, you've just been fucked by the devil." she said; and with another snap of her fingers,a flash of light, and puff of smoke; she was gone.IHOPAfter checking his apartment briefly to make sure she had left, Michael layed down for his nap.Hours later, a knock on his door brought him back to consciousness.He answered the door only to find Roxy and Trixie standing in the.