Marco told me after breakfast that the lecture stage in his classroom collapsed as he and two of his students stood on it. Luckily, besides a couple b...umps and bruises, no one was seriously injured.“I asked the school, three times, to fix it,” Marco seethed, glancing up angrily at the creamy gray sky as we were walking down a tree-lined promenade, on the way to give our classes. Even under the penumbra of sagging clouds, I could see that the lines on Marco’s face were growing deeper, especially. JENNIFERGargantuan concrete building blocks were assembled in Escher-esque constructs, looping back into themselves and bending reality. I stood on pavement stones the size of football fields and breathed in the essence of eternity. The air smelled ionized and felt charged with pregnant energy. There was a hint of synesthesia, as the air held aromatic hints of colors, and I could feel the thrumming sound that lifted from the stones.This was the realm of my nightmares. I was here briefly years. Brandon fell into the sofa and placed his feet up on the coffee table. Much like a deer caught in the headlights, Andrea stood mesmerized as Brandon took a good grip of his youthful manhood and began to lazily stroke himself as he watched the TV. He pulled his foreskin down tightly, and with his free hand began to tease and play with his cock’s bulbous red helmet. Andrea covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle any sound that might come out. Her mind reeled and she desperately wanted. He roughly pinched my nipples, until they were elongated and hard. I couldn’t even cry out against the pain, could only sob silently as I was held helpless in the embrace of his Pokémon’s tentacles. “If common sense won’t make you cooperate, perhaps fear will.”Andy took in my vacant expression and laughed a sharp cruel laugh.“Tentacruel can choose to make its tentacles into stingers. Because I’ve wanted to convince you, I haven’t had it do that yet. But perhaps it’s time for me to show you what.