Now, my penis is called a cock or prick. I'm going to show you with my finger how it goes inside a girl. All right?"Delightful tremors were fluttering...through her, but she was still reluctant. She had thought all they would do is talk, and this was totally unexpected. "Will it hurt?" Of course not. All women do it. It's the only way they can have children." Okay, then. I sure feel weird, though. It would be a lot better if I could see what you're doing." All you have to do is feel it, baby. Sex. Al’s house was out on a country road and his closest neighbor was about half a mile away. Pulling into the driveway, I realized that he wasn’t kidding about the house being surrounded. Other than an opening for the driveway, there was no way you could see the house from the street. With the house set back a few hundred yards you only got a fleeting glimpse as you came upon it.Coming to a stop in front of Al’s garage I quickly removed my t-shirt and sweat pants. As he opened the front door and. I know it does. It happened to me. And I still don't know if I should call it lightning or the jackpot.A bit of both, I guess.It was a morning in May.Someone called me. He had free tickets for a concert in Central Park, the next week. Before accepting them I had to know if Betty would be free that evening, so I phoned her at work. I got her secretary. She wasn't in, she said. I asked if I could reach her somewhere. I knew I could always call her cell phone, but I suddenly wanted to know where. I kept being shown spots in his brain where it had been surgically altered or a part from someone else’s brain had been put into his. The deeper I looked the more I felt a sense of pure evil coming from him.Shit! This wasn’t forced on him or some sort of accident. He wanted it done. He likes whatever it is they did to him. My mind is screaming at me to kill him. He can’t be allowed to live. He is too dangerous. I can’t kill him. That isn’t me. There has to be some other way.“There is Darren,” I.