And nothing could have been more impressive than this dumb show.The man that he was, preserving his composure amid the overthrow of all that he had mo...st at heart, seemed by his calmness to dominate time and circumstances. It was as though the murderer were running away at one end of an unbreakable thread of which Don Luis held the other, and as though Don Luis could stop his flight at any time by a mere movement of his finger and thumb.As he studied the map, the master seemed to command not. You probably wonder about how we took care of our arousals if we didn't fuck each other. As I had told before, we masturbated and quite vocally. We could clearly hear one another through the thin wall. We also had our fuck buddies, though non of us was having steady relationship during the time. I now think that being constantly aroused by each other, didn't leave a space for any other steady partner to enter our lives.One morning I woke up with my regular morning erection and went to pee. Etty. Regan couldn't see it but I sure as heck did. The more the Machine pulsed the more I could feel it coursing through my "body" aka my human form Ectoplasmic Matrix. After an hour Regan switched it off, that's when I saw her do something she had never done before, doubt herself. "This is Crazy!" she said with a sigh. "I'm crazy!" Seeing her in pain would've broken my heart if I had one. Without thinking I spoke."No, no you're not." She stopped in her tracks and spun on her heels."Who said that?". Amar laora galo dariye. She aste aste bollo ? Kire, langta meye dekhar atoi shokh tor? Age janle toke diyei chodatam. Amito obak!Amar uttejona gelo bere. Pisi amar pithe doodh duto lagiye jore chap dilo. Amarto hoosh jay jay. Kire, shararaat ki evabei ghure shue thakbi? ? Pisi bollo amake. Ami thik tokhoni ghure shulam. bollo , Kiss khabi amar ?Ami voye bollam dite icchha hole dao. Bas, ar ki chai amar! Shuru holo amader khela. French style e kiss korte korte she amar dui haat or buker moddhe.