His consciousness appeared to emanate, just as in wakinglife, from between and just slightly above his eyes. It provided aplatform for an experience ...that seemed as real and physically complete asBobby's own daytime man-form.?Oh how wonderful!? Bobby felt ecstatic. He had to bend his neck down tosee his large and stiff nipples, just as he had imaged the security guardhad. He twisted around feeling the way Marilyn's hips moved. He strokedhis soft skin. He bent over to examine his near. As it rose above her cunt, Gayle frowned with the pain. "Uhh, I'll never be the same. Prince ruined me! He just tore me all up!"It was late the next morning when Cindy came into her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Gayle hadn't slept well the night before and she'd been lying in bed, pretending that she hadn't gone anywhere the night before, that she hadn't even left her room. If she hadn't left her room how could she have been raped by her own pet Doberman? It took only the slightest. I quickly withdrew my hand from the table. I saw the annoyance inhis eyes, but acted like nothing had happened. "I'm glad we did this,honey," he said in a soft voice. I strained myself to keep me fromsmiling. Finally I managed to say, "Me too...". We kept up the charade for awhile, before I had to go to the toilet. "Remember to use the women's..."Tom whispered. "Oh, right," I whispered back. I smiled to a lady who didher make-up, and headed for one of the stalls.It was quite tricky to pee, as. Every year, thelimitations on fishing seasons and catch yields had grown smaller andsmaller until the various fleets of boats were barely making a profitanymore. There had been the usual government excuses that they weredoing it for the good of the planet and that fishermen needed to adaptto new, renewable resource-based equipment, but it was all bullshit.Howard had been out on one of those boats that had been outfitted withsome newfangled biodiesel engine and the progress that they'd made in.