“I can’t wait to feel that tight hole around my pole.”“Shit,” he exclaimed softly. “I just wish ... uh, never mind.”“What?” I asked ...a few moments later as we arrived at Suzi’s room to wait.“It was stupid. Good, she’s almost done.”“Tell me, anyway. If it’s dirty enough, I might just go for it.”“Shit. What are you, horny for my ass or something?”“Maybe,” I said teasingly while running my hand up his crevice.“Fag,” he teased back, then when I poked his butt with my finger, he jerked, turned. Throwing a bathrobe on, I went down to the kitchen, thinking of paying Lynette a visit.Brett was already up and about; when he saw me, he poured me a mug of coffee. The clock on the wall read 11:00."What's the plan for today?" I asked."Yesterday we concentrated on her back," he said, "today; we will devote our attentions mostly to her breasts." I'll go check on her," I suggested."Don't bother; Olga is taking care of her needs, right now. Festivities start at two; you'll see her then, not. “Tinfoil?” Robin asked telepathically. “I will explain later,” Adrian replied as he smiled at her. The rest of the dinner went splendidly except for Gail who said she had to leave early. Robin drank and ate like a normal human being. She explained to Adrian that she devised a way to immediate transfer or teleport the food and liquid from her mouth to the garbage dump a few miles away. The act of chewing and swallowing was something she picked up from watching others. Adrian began to notice more. Inez and I bade farewell to her parents, headed back north, and soon found ourselves once again in the midst of what passed for a daily routine. In this case, it was a routine of leisure. There was no school, no work, and no band-related concerns. The doctor had given me the go-ahead to resume normal activities, pronouncing me one hundred percent fit. Dave was coming along; his cast had been removed, but his doctor recommended that he hold off for another week before touching the drum sticks..