”“Stephen, what great insight do you have tonight as you turn seventeen?” Jim asked, engaging Stephen in the conversation.Stephen smiled, though... for a moment, and replied, “I do not have enough experience to have much insight, but I do feel very lucky to be here with the two of you tonight.”“Thank you, Stephen. Cindy and I are glad you are with us as well. And I know Cindy loves being the center of attention with both of us fawning over her.” The sexual innuendo of Jim’s comments could not. I didn't know what to do. Should I run over and rescue her? But I was enjoying the show far too much. My little head over ruled my big head and I went and stood at the end of the bar where I could get a better view and maybe close enough to hear some of what was said. I was turned on out of my mind as I watched his hand go inside her low neckline and cup one of her lovely breasts. Just then two other guys, one of them was a black guy, got in the booth sitting opposite them. They were obviously. I imagined all kinds of dangers from the wild possibilities like business executives being kidnapped and drugged to manipulate or interfere with business deals or political figures to interfere in elections; the list of possibilities seemed endless.“if we can get deep enough into people’s minds, it’s even likely to be effective in counter-terrorism, such as being able to implant and build up alternate facts and ideologies, which the recipient of the drug will accept as truths, with the. Her hands went to the sides of my face, and she placed tiny kisses all over my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, and finally my lips. She told me, "It's been a long time since any man cared enough to bring me pleasure, Doug." The bitterness returned to her voice as she went on, "When they're paying for it, I guess they don't have to care about how I feel about what's going on." She burst into tears.I really didn't have an answer to that, so I cradled her in my arms and stroked her back in a.