" "Yeah... say, uh, who's yer woman?" "Oh. Sorry. This is Lori... I mean Ama... I mean Kim." Lori did a model's turn. She let the robe hang open. "Ple...ased to meet you, Lori or Kim or whatever." Jim giggled. "This is Jim." "Hi Jim." "I like your breasts." "Why, thank you. Sam, your friend is very polite. I think I like him." "You guys are strange, man" "And you're the one standing here WATCHING a drunk guy..." "I'm not drunk!" "... not-sober guy wash his head in a water fountain." "Good point.". She had on a good layer of foundation highlighted by blush (again, for her, items from a foreign world) and had on the shiny dark red ?Cock-suck lubricant? that My submissive bitches always wore. The perfume (a ?no no? for Marie in the past) was thick and expensive. The expensive, elaborate diamond necklace that I had stored away for this occasion (or for the 24/7 slave I’d take on after our divorce) was around her neck. The shortish, very expensive black satin dress nicely contoured her. I got up and put on my black leather jacket n blue denims with a nice perfume to see her in an hour. I had booked an Uber cuz I didn’t want to drive after drinks. She came in a sexy outfit raising temperatures in a short pink dress (under a long coat) that showed a great amount of her cleavage. The dress was nicely hugging those boobs and boy she had a tight ass. We got along pretty well as we had been talking for over a week on Tinder.We were a few drinks down and I could see the lust in her. "In his head Mark asked, "Well, you heard my Mother, didn't you?" No, Mark, I did not hear your mother," The answer came back immediately. "I am aware of her presence. However, her thought patterns are not coherent to me." Why does this tunnel end in a blank wall?" Mark asked."It doesn't," Came the answer, "This is an entrance to another level." How do we use it to get to another level?" Mark had begun to feel more at ease with mind talk.It dawned on him that this, his dad's super computer, or.