Cassandra smiled as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Lance discovered that underneath it, she wore a garter belt holding up black nylons....She then handed him the garter belt he had selected and showed him the proper way to wear it. The only problem was that the waistband of his boxers was in the way, she asked him to take them off.When Lance didn't move Cassandra approached him and pushed her chest against his. She allowed her hands to drift toward his waistband and began to gently. I loved kissing him. I put my fingers in his soft golden hair. I loved the way his hair felt and he loved when I rubbed his head. We pulled apart and he started up the truck. I put my hand on his thigh. I couldn't wait to jump his bones. We made small talk for a little while, until we got onto the turnpike. As soon as we got on the turnpike I made quick work of his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and had his zipper down as fast as I could. I reached into the front of his boxers and pulled out his. I turned and saw another surrogate, Alex Crenshaw, walking up to me and smiling at me. He was as handsome as always. As handsome as a robot with the conscious mind of an old man could be in his black dress pants and tucked in, white button up. He was too clean sometimes, too precise. Too perfect.I didn’t care anymore though. He had been a lifeline for me during the past two weeks.Alex gave me some hope, and a lot of fear too. He had actually begun to remember his past life. He explained it as. Once Ms. Carrillo determined that he was totally inept, she turned her attention to me."And what is your interest in this rather precarious venture, Mr. Oldham?" she asked, seemingly unaware that Doug, having endured the exhausting ordeal of inquisition, was exhaling like a deflating balloon."Doug and I are fishing buddies. During those long hours of casting and waiting for the fish to bite, I've become aware that his knowledge of auto parts is exceptional. You can ask him anything and he'll.