It suited him perfectly.“Please, have some wine,” he said offering me a glass as we stood in his kitchen. To steady my nerves I drained it quickly.... He never took his eyes of me, and laughed lightly at the speed in which I finished the wine. “You don’t need to be nervous, my dear,” he said, coming close. I could smell his aftershave, it was nice, not overpowering like some men’s. I stared into his eyes feeling as if he was reading me. He leaned closer and kissed me. Softly at first, but then he. I’m not sure how much good it will do, I asked him to give me a look at some of the schematics once and most of it seems far beyond our present technological reach. But I support the effort.”He looked back to Jennifer, and continued. “As for us, our adversaries have been stepping up their game, getting harder to deal with. We’ve both been getting by so far on the brute strength and powers that fell in our laps, but we need proper training in hand-to-hand combat techniques and good battle. You have a decent amount of friends and you generally get on well with everyone in your year.The advert leads you to an odd website, a promotional splash image taking up most of the screen. The image is of 'The Orgasmotron 3000', a contraption that looks vaguely like a science fiction pistol. It's small enough to be hidden in a pocket, or in the palm of your hand, as another picture demonstrates. You read a bit of the blurb."The Orgasmotron 3000 is the leading edge of synchronous wave. Returning home I found Evelyn on the living room couch (on her tummy) watching TV. I sat down beside her, gently gave her panty-clad bottom a little rub and told her “Laxatives take too long, I’m gonna’ give you an enema.” She moaned about it a little as I said “That way you won’t have to sit too long and you’ll be completely cleaned-out for a few days.” There was some more moaning and pouting but she knew I was going to give her the enema, there was no way out of it. I unpacked everything then.