"It seems that my stomach's gotten smaller with the rest of me in that place. Couldn't fit in more if I tried." You don't want to overdo it anyway," C...hrista cautioned. "You'll just barf it all up, and then the new van will stink like semi-digested garlic mashed potatoes for a month." Looks like we jumped the gun on that van," Will said to Christa. "No wheelchair to haul. We could have just gotten him a new pickup truck after all." I like that van," Christa said. "Wheelchair or not, it's nice to. Her real name wasn't Persephone and Selene wasn't her girlfriend's name but those were the pseudonyms they chose. The room was fancier than anything she could ever afford. An opulent hotel suite of chandeliers, gold-rimmed glass tables, and a marble tile floor. She stood at the archway separating the main suite to the carpeted bedroom, turning her gaze to the red curtains draping a large sliding glass door. They were open, providing for a sense of connection to the outside world. Persephone. President Escher stopped to say hi to us.“Jean, I’m sorry about what happened today,” she said to my dad. “Arthur, are you doing okay now?” I swallowed and nodded.“Dr. Escher, my son, Arthur. My daughter, Morgan. And their girlfriend, Annette.”“Their?” she said cocking an eyebrow. She didn’t hesitate, though. “It is nice to meet you, Morgan. Annette. And what about these two lovely companions?”“M ... mm ... My friends,” I managed. “Susan and Kendra.”“Hello, Susan and Kendra. By all appearances,. A shiver ran down my spine at her touch.I bent over the bath while she washed my hair. As her fingers worked shampoo into my scalp I could feel myself becoming aroused. Closing my eyes, I hugged the towel tight against my chest as my sexual fantasy began…I imagined Karen lying naked in my bed. As I pulled her towards me, we kissed on the lips. Gently at first, then more urgently as her mouth opened slightly to receive my probing tongue. Our hands were frenzied as they explored each other’s.