Very curious... My mind wandered, drifted, expanded, probed... I suddenly realized I had a jump sense of the Grotto. I could be there in an instant if... I wanted. I had all the feedback that I needed for a jump. But instead of jumping, I just tried to do the mental equivalent of focus my eyes. My jump sense got more and more detailed by leaps and bounds. This was the first time anything like this had happened to me. I had a full visual understanding of the Grotto in all directions, all at the. Life was prison. She watched the flames, the party around her long forgotten until the crisp slam of a car door shattered her reverie. Her friend’s front yard came into focus--dirt, peppered with weeds. Rocks surrounded the bonfire, ringed with pods of human shaped shadows, steady scream-singing of thrash metal, and the knowledge that everyone, everything here would always be foreign despite its familiarity. A spark, a tick of a lighter further down the driveway, caught her eye. Flickering. It was a fitting end to Candy's short-lived career as a housewife.No sooner had she hung up, than the little cell phone rang out before she even had a chance to put it back in her purse. This time it was the lawyer's office returning her call. They had located her former spouse in a lock-up outside of Los Angeles. Unfortunately, he had managed to hang himself from the bars with a twisted part of the sheet. They were uncertain if it was some kind of kinky game or intentional suicide. That ended. She rolled her hips and contracted her pussy in a way that milked my dick like a farmer pulling on a cows udder. I lasted about two minutes. Best of all Hank said that the dust would make her suggestible. He whispered in her ear and she would say whatever she heard. Hank say "Fuck me hard," She scream, "FUCK ME HARD!!". Man, he had her saying all kind of nasty shit about sucking dick and filling my slut hole with cum. You be able to hear it all on the tape." "It got real interesting after that..