“Who is it?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. “Its a guy called Stevie. He watched me having a threesome at a club a couple of weeks ago and...we’ve swapped a few messages since.” she explained. I thought back and remembered sitting in a bed in a small dark room watching two men spit-roast Dianne while I masturbated. A few other men had been watching but no one stuck out in my memory. “How come he didn’t join in at the club?” I asked. “I was busy and he didn’t want to interrupt and well we. I could tell he was thinking I was an ass, but to me it was a respect thing. I had to do it for eight years and I knew I had been higher in rank than what he was. I motioned my pilots to get in and turned and asked the driver if I could drop him someplace as I climbed behind the wheel."Yes Sir. You can drop me back at the motor pool, if you don't mind. It's right around the hanger where I came from."I told him to climb in and headed back the way he had come. When we came around the corner, I. " He shuddered involuntarily, afraid of the implications of this little session. "Some people believe very seriously about past lives and reincarnation. In such a school of thought, the reality of being a man in a past life is intruding in your subconscious, manifesting itself as a revulsion toward sex with a man. To your past self, that act would be homosexual. And the subconscious past experiences conflict with your religion, which teaches against reincarnation. And against. I turned around to see them standing in the doorway looking at each other in shock. Then they both began smiling. "It was me." Left Twin repeated. "Ja, it was me." Right Twin echoed."It was me!" A woman exclaimed in another room. A moment later, she rushed into the dining room. "Who said that?" Who said what?" I had to prompt."Last night, I wake up in the middle of the night and find these two guys totally going at it in my room! So the top tells the bottom, if anybody asks, he had to fess up.