I frowned."the void?" I asked, still not clear on the matter.She nodded."you know the space between." she said.I shook my head."Never heard of it." I ...said frowning.She looked confused."The stories say you would know, that you would come to help us!" she said, her voice taking on a panicked tone.I held up my hands."Whoa, We did come to help, we just where uninformed, Perhaps you could enlighten me?" I said trying to reassure her.She nodded, pulling out a worn book, I recognized what looked like. “Yes daddy. I love you and want to be your lover too. I’ve never even had a boyfriend, but I want to be as close to a wife for you as it’s possible for me to be,” Ann said.I said, “Just as different people understand the same words in different ways, you and Wendy feel and know love in different ways. With Wendy, it’s almost like I have to speak a different language for her to hear me, understand me, and know I love her. A person who speaks French isn’t superior to a person who speaks German.. And again.Her body twitched and spasmed and morphed into a new thing altogether. She lost count of the cocks. She lost count of her orgasms. She lost pieces of memories as they were forming. The world fogged into a shimmering haze.Her body was of service. Her body was satisfying others, and it satisfied her.She was at peace. She was happy. She was a hole.The pace slowed. She’d find herself alone for stretches at a time, resigned to listening to a thinning crowd in the adjacent room laughing. Her breasts truly were spectacular, and her tight shirt only pushed them up and together even more."You know, I should be pissed as hell at you Mark," she said, heat rising in her voice."Jessica, I'm really sorry," I tried again."How much did you see?" Well, I saw you when you were, uh, looking at yourself in the mirror," I started, hesitating then, unsure of how or what to say next."And?" Jessica asked, sensing there was more."And then I saw you, um, get your, uh, vibrator and, um, use it." I.