My little pocket universe had expanded to something that was no longer what it had been. Call it a woman's touch, but it seemed to me that Mariel was ...putting her stamp on just about everything I had!I heard a soundless laugh go through my head. Ishla! I recognized her touch. More laughter, and then a shimmering was in front of me, followed by Ishla appearing. I bowed to her."Paul, stop feeling sorry for yourself, and stop fighting Mariel. She is going, and there is nothing you can do about it.. She started pushing the hard, purple, silicon head into my asshole and I could tell there wasn’t enough lube for it to be an easy entry. She was struggling to get it in. I knew if I told her to put more lube on that she would put too much and I wanted it to be a little dry and rough. Instead, I arched my back down so my cheeks would open a little more and told her to spit on my asshole. She gave a little groan of pleasure at the idea of doing this and worked up enough spit to give just. " He was nearly 20,000 kilometers from 'home' and in a totally alien culture. As though I'd been dropped in the middle of Saskatchewan or ... in fact ... West Texas."I'm sorry, Charlie. I mean it." I understand, Gordy. An' you kids bin real good to me. I'd a never found my way through them desk jockeys in Alice Springs. Likely, I'd be on my way home. Or already there. Or in jail waitin' to be shipped off." But I was bad, too, Charlie," Weena added. "I pushed Reynolds; and I told you what to do;. “They’re still working on my pain med dosages, but I’m feeling more lively.” She tilted her head slightly. “How are you and Hollis getting along?”“We’re doing fine, I think,” I said with a question in my tone.She waved her hand. “Oh, I’m just asking.”“Hm.” I smiled crookedly. “Is that all?”“He is a very nice young man, you know.”“And he’s closer to your age than mine, Mother.”She nodded. “Yes, that is true. Eleven years is an age gap. It’s not insurmountable, though.”I mentally sorted through.