“Want to hear Mike’s most recent fantasy?”“Lissa!” I snapped.“She’ll find it as amusing as I did!”“And you think it’s OK to share ...that without my permission?” I asked crossly.Clarissa was quiet for a second, then breathed out slowly.“No. I’m sorry. I guess I let the teasing get out of hand.”“No fair!” Tasha protested strongly. “Here you tell me there’s some wonderful fantasy, but then you don’t tell me?”“I’m sorry, Tasha,” Clarissa said. “I shouldn’t have said that. And Mike, I am sorry.”I took. 'We'll condition him?I mean her first,' said the man as he turned and left the room, returning seconds later carrying something.'Will I still be able to play with my dolly whilst it being conditioned,' said Abigail the smile vanishing from her face. For the first time I saw the look of the petulant child. The way that she spoke reminded me of a child not a teenager. 'Of course, this will in some ways act as a restraint and get her used to being a little girl and dependant on you,' replied her. "Not what it looks like? Are you saying it's some private fancy dress ball? Trying on costumes to get ready for Halloween?" I'd better be going," Rick said."Yes -- and I'll come with you," Brenda added."No -- you two stay here," Roger growled. He dashed into the bedroom and returned holding Rick's street clothes in his left hand. He threw them to the floor. In his right he held a small-caliber handgun. "No one goes anywhere until we have this out." He glared at Rick. "I'm putting you on notice. Apparently, that was enough incentive to hold a month-long yacht party near Jacksonville, where their favorite team would play their bowl game.I was never much of a sports fan and certainly not in this body. When I was invited for the festivities, I accepted and enjoyed visiting but didn't offer much in the way of bright conversation on the topic of college football.Two rather excitable and buxom young women took me under their wing and into their hearts, panties, and beds. It was strictly in.