To make things even more aggravating, I couldn't just send someone through to set things in motion. Even if I didn't have to go through with them, how...much would get done in five minutes? That's the maximum time that would elapse, and in this case, it sucked rocks. I knew I wouldn't actually lose time if I went on a mission for them, but it would seem like it to me. This time shit made my head spin. Sooner or later, I'd have to say "See you in five", and take a walk. Then, I'd spend what would. “Free time’s almost up guys, but if you want to join us for some more fun then we’ll be in private. Just a hundred tokens.”Wait... What? Already?!Even as I shift my eyes from the action to glance at the timer, the screen goes black and a message box pops up:TO SEE THIS PERFORMER’S PRIVATE SHOW, CLICK HERE.Cursing, I click on the link. Another pop-up message box appears.TICKETS FOR THIS SHOW COST [100] TOKENS. YOU HAVE [0] TOKENS LEFT. TO PURCHASE MORE TOKENS, CLICK HERE.Fuck! Fuck!. It would be at least another 3 hours until her boyfriend Greg would be home.Melissa and Greg were high school sweethearts. They met after being put together to work on a group project in one of their classes, which led to a few years of dating, and now just a few months after high school, they made the decision to move in together. Both of them were truly not ready for college, so finding a small cheap apartment together seemed to be the best option at the time. Melissa worked down at one of. "I scurried through the door back down to the safety of the kitchen whereI sat sobbing in frustration trying to come to terms with my emotions.Why wasn't I man enough to throw them out, to scream and shout for themto go, but my head was still feeling very woolly, my body still tinglinginside, a sexual yet non-erectile buzz. Why couldn't I pull myselftogether and stop it all?After almost an hour, just when I felt that I was beginning to gain somelittle control of my head, Donna appeared suddenly.