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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Nine   I couldn't believe what I saw.

   Aimee had told me the truth!  I was on the side of a mountain, looking
out over an ocean or sea quite some distance below me.  She had said we
were located on the side of a mountain surrounded by an inland sea.  I
couldn't see land anywhere on the horizon so I had to accept what she had
said as the truth.  She said she was incapable of lying to me and now I
believed her.

   I turned around to survey my surroundings.  I had been thinking that I
was in a large building somewhere but I was wrong.  The big doors from
which I had exited were in a sheltered area in the side of the mountain. 
All of the rooms had been built underground but there had been nothing
except lack of windows to make me think the complex was in a cave.

   I also had to accept Aimee's assertion that the entire complex was
intended for ten couples and eventually their children.  That meant someone
intended me to be here for years, maybe for the rest of my life.  With
Anna, I might; without her, I was leaving as quickly as I could to search
for her.

   I was standing on a large natural stone patio with four different
levels, another large level about four feet lower, a smaller one about head
high, and a much smaller one some twenty or so feet higher.  The whole area
was smooth and looked like it had been carved out of existing rocks.  There
were multiple steps leading from one level to another.  I climbed up the
steps to the top level and looked around.

   As far as I could see, there were no boats on the sea.  I saw sea birds
down near the water and others higher up in the air.  But there were no
signs of any other human beings, no airplanes, no con trails, nothing but a
few wispy white clouds against a beautiful blue sky.

   I looked as far as I could see on the mountain side.  I looked up the
mountain and all I saw was more trees.  I looked down the mountain.  Again,
I saw no signs of any buildings or roads, just trees of various kinds. 
Almost the entire mountain seemed to be covered by green trees but in a few
places I could see outcroppings of gray rock.

   Among the trees close by, I saw tree trunks that were as large as any
I'd ever seen, a few almost unbelievably large.  In the different colors of
green, I saw some trees that I knew were deciduous and some that were
coniferous.  Most of the deciduous were light green and looked as though
they were just putting out leaves.  That meant I was in a place which had
seasons.  I had left Arizona in the early fall and I couldn't comprehend
how I now could be where it was spring.  Perhaps I had changed hemispheres.

   I could hear birds showing off in all directions.  The mountain side
seemed to be filled with raucous birds flitting from tree to tree and each
showing off with a different song.  I focused on a few and couldn't call
their names.  The birds were all small birds, none as big as a crow, but
their colors were strange to me.  I saw one with a black body and a spread
display of red tail feathers which seemed to be courting a solid black
bird, maybe a female.  I had never studied ornithology but Grandfather had
taught me the common names of the ones where I was raised.  None of the
birds I saw looked like them.

   I turned to face the sun, which was just peeking over the horizon in
what I assumed was the east.  That meant south was on my right side, north
was on my left side, and west was behind me.  Since the cave complex was to
my left that meant the cave faced to the south and was located on the
sheltered side of the mountain.  I hoped I had thought that through
correctly but with my mind still not working at its best, I wasn't sure.

   I stood there, eating the last of the nutrition bars and drinking the
last of the juice, and tried to decide whether to explore up the mountain
or down the mountain.  Down won.  I was about to leave the patio when I
realized that I was armed with nothing but my knives.  I had no idea
whether there might be dangerous animals so I decided to go back to the
weapons storage room and see what appealed to me.

   Back in the armory I stood looking at all the weapons and then realized
I could ask Aimee if there were any dangerous animals on the mountain.

   "Aimee, can you hear me?" I asked.

   "Yes, David.  Inside, I can always hear you.  Outside, I can hear you
only in an area close by."

   "Good.  Are there any dangerous animals on this mountain?"

   "David, there are no large dangerous animals on the mountain.  There are
some small ones which might be dangerous but they will probably flee from
you.  However, there are large dangerous animals on the mainland.  Some are
extremely dangerous and, if you venture onto the mainland, you must be
prepared to defend yourself."

   "Are there any poisonous snakes?" I asked.

   "No, David.  There are snakes but they are not poisonous.  Some can
cause minor injuries by their bites."

   "I'm going to take a spear and a machete with me when I explore.  I
don't know if there are trails going down the mountain and I might need a
machete to hack my way through the underbrush.  I've never tried to throw a
spear but one will make a good walking staff on rough ground.  Do you think
that's all I might need?"

   "If you're going to be gone for a long time, I suggest you take
something to eat and drink, David."

   "OK, thanks, but is there something I can use to carry them.  These damn
clothes don't have any pockets."

   She told me where to find something and I think she sounded like a
mother talking to a little child.

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   I returned late in the afternoon, tired but feeling better in my head. I
was hungry and thirsty again so I stopped by the kitchen for a couple of
nutrition bars and a bottle of juice.  I hoped Aimee wouldn't mind me
eating and drinking in front of her.

   As soon as I walked into Aimee's room, I saw her smile at me and then
say hello.  I couldn't help but smile back at her and return her greeting.

   She wasn't dressed the same.  She had on a something that was supported
only by thin straps over her shoulders.  In front, I saw the soft swells of
the tops of her breasts.  The dress had a pattern which seemed to be blue
and gold leaves.  Again, she was a beautiful woman.

   "I like your dress, Aimee," I said.  "May I see all of it?"

   "I am glad you like it, David," she answered.  "Once I learn your tastes
in women's attire, I will always dress to please you."

   The image in the monitor pulled back so that I could see Aimee from head
to toe.  She had on a loose dress something like the sun dress my mother
sometimes wore when we were working outdoors.  It covered her loosely from
the tops of her breasts to just below her knees.  Except for two thin
straps, her beautiful woman's shoulders were bare.  Her calves were slim
and youthful.  Her feet were bare.  I remembered how Anna had painted her
toe nails for me.  Aimee's were natural.

   "The next time we meet, perhaps you will paint your finger and toe
nails, Aimee," I said.  "A soft red would be pretty on you."

   "I will remember, David."

   I wondered what she looked like under the dress.  Was she wearing a bra
and panties?  Why would she?  Should I ask to see her nude?

   "Aimee, I don't want to make you uncomfortable but may I see what you
look like under that dress?  You've seen me naked.  I want to see you."

   "May I see you naked again, David?" she asked.  "You first."

   I took off my boots, tunic, and tights and then sat down in the chair in
front of her.  I deliberately spread my legs and let my testicles hang down
between them.  My penis was warm and slightly swollen and hung down over my
testicles.  I wanted her to see me.

   Perhaps she liked my display.  She looked between my legs for a split
second, smiled at me again, pushed one strap off her shoulder, pushed the
other one, and the dress fell in a puddle around her feet.  I felt the same
sense of wonder I had felt the first time I saw Anna naked.  Aimee was a
smaller woman but she was just as beautiful as Anna.  Her breasts were
small like Anna's, high on her chest without any drooping.  Her waist was
perfectly proportioned, much smaller than either her chest or hips.  Her
hips were wide enough for a woman's role in child bearing.  Her legs were
just as perfect and seemed to be as hairless as Anna's had been after she
shaved.  In the center of all her beauty, there was a small patch of dark
pubic hair.  From her image I guessed her age might be about twenty.

   "Would you assume the pose, Aimee?" I asked.

   "What?" she said, then, "Oh," and she smiled and stood with her legs
together and her arms outstretched to each side.  I stood there drinking in
her beauty for a moment before I asked her to change the pose.  The
Vitruvian woman was more engrossing that the Vitruvian man any day, I
thought.

   "Now, would you turn around and assume the two poses again, please?"

   Her derriere was absolute perfection, high and tight and flawless in its
curves.  I waited until she had spread her legs and lifted her arms in the
second pose.

   "Nice ass, Aimee."

   "I'm glad you like it, David," she replied and turned around to face me
again.  "Would you like me to remain nude or do you want me to put my dress
back on?"

   "I think you should put your dress back on, Aimee," I said.

   She reached down and, in a flash of arms, the dress was draped over her
again.

   "Are we even now, David?" she asked.

   "Yes, Aimee.  Did it bother you to let me see you nude?"

   "No, David.  Did it bother you?"

   "Yes, Aimee, it bothered me.  I responded as any young male would to the
sight of a beautiful woman in the nude.  If you had not put your dress back
on, I would have had an erection again."

   "I liked seeing you with an erection, David.  You have a big beautiful
penis.  You are a very sexy man."

   "Thank you, Aimee.  Who taught you how to please a man?"

   "All women know how to please men, David."

   "Aimee, I will probably masturbate before I go to sleep tonight.  Do you
know why I will do that?"

   "Yes, David.  I know that young males are constantly in need of relief
from all the testosterone and semen that their testicles produce on a daily
basis.  It is perfectly normal for you to masturbate to be relieved of the
sexual tension; is it not?"

   "Yes, Aimee, it is.  Would it bother you if I looked at you and
masturbated?  Would you mind letting me look at your pussy while I jack
off? Do you know those words?"

   "Yes, I suppose I know all the words to describe what a man does when he
masturbates.  I also know the words to describe what a woman does when she
masturbates.  I can show you images of a male or a female masturbating.  I
can also show you images of a male and a female as they are having coitus
or, if you prefer, I will call it making love."

   Perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised at the extent of her knowledge
but her ability to show me those images was surprising.

   "Why do you have such knowledge, Aimee?  I mean, why do you have those
images?"

   "David, one of my roles here is to be a teacher.  I can teach
mathematics, music, chemistry, physics, or a great many other subjects.  If
you conclude that a young male needs instruction about sex, I can talk to
him and answer his questions and even show him images of couples having
sex. I can do the same for young girls.  I can teach a group of young males
and females about sex and use images to reinforce my lecture.  If you would
rather teach them yourself, that is your decision."

   I decided it was time to change the subject.  I could tell that my penis
still wanted to swell to an erection and would want me to satisfy it.  I
decided to tell her what happened on my way back up the mountain.

   "Aimee, on my way climbing back up here, I had to shit.  I was beginning
to sweat so I stripped naked and went to a small stream beside the trail.
Damn, that water was cold on my feet."

   She looked at me with a slight smile but didn't say anything.

   "After I finished, I used my hand and cold water to clean myself.  That
water was really cold."

   She still didn't say anything.  She just looked at me as though she was
wondering where I was going with my story.

   "My foot slipped on a rock and I sat down in the stream.  That water was
really, really cold."

   She still didn't say anything.  She just smiled wider.

   "That water was really, really, really cold, Aimee.  My dick sounded
retreat and my balls tried to crawl back up in my belly."

   That finally got to her and she laughed or maybe chuckled, whatever it
is that women do when they try to suppress their laughter.

   On my way back up the mountain, I had decided to tell Aimee about the
incident to see how she reacted.  Her actions, especially her seeming sense
of humor, were so damn human.  I wondered again what or who Aimee was.

   "Did that really happen, David?" she asked.

   "Yes, Anna, it did, exactly the way I described it.  You're beautiful
when you laugh.  I hope you'll laugh with me lots of times."

   She frowned and didn't say anything for a moment.  I wondered why.

   "David, you just called me Anna," she said.

   I felt ashamed of myself and felt I should apologize.  Whatever Aimee
was, I believed she was a woman and I didn't want to hurt her.

   "Aimee, I'm sorry.  I was thinking about Anna on my way back up the
mountain.  I wanted her to be with me to see this beautiful place.  Can you
understand when I say I love Anna with all my being and I can never be at
peace until I'm with her again?"

   "I will always try to understand you, David, and I am not offended.  I
understand how important Anna is to you and I hope you are soon with her
again."

   "I hope so too, Aimee.  I like you but Anna and I are one and it's
difficult for me to be away from her.  Now could we talk about something
else?"

   "Yes, David."

   "I've been wondering why you want me to decide how to measure time and
days and months.  Is it because you need someone to make that decision so
you can maintain a record of everything that happens here?"

   "Yes, David.  That is the reason.  One of my functions is to be
custodian of your history."

   "Aimee, I want to tell you how to use directions.  If I stand facing the
rising sun, that is the east.  Then the direction to my left is north, the
direction to my right is south, and the direction behind me is west.  Do
you understand?"

   "Yes, David, The sun will rise in the east and set in the west."

   "Right.  Now, from the trees just leafing out, I believe we must have
seasons here.  Is that correct?"

   "Yes, David."

   "I want to name the seasons.  Is that OK?"

   "Yes, David, but you do not need to ask my permission.  The decision is
yours."

   "OK, the four seasons of the year will be spring, summer, fall or
autumn, and winter.  Winter will begin on the shortest day of the year and
that will be the first day of the year.  Spring will begin on the vernal
equinox which is exactly half way between the shortest and longest days. 
Summer will begin on the longest day of the year.  Fall or autumn will
begin on the autumnal equinox which is exactly half way between the longest
and the shortest day of the year.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, David, I understand when you divide the year into four seasons. 
But the shortest day of the year in one hemisphere occurs on the same day
as the longest in the other hemisphere.  When the season is winter in one
hemisphere, it is summer in the other."

   I thought about that for a minute.  I was glad she was able to help me
make decisions.

   "Aimee, let us assume that what I said applies only to where I am
located now.  What's wrong with my ideas about the seasons?"

   "There is nothing wrong with your names for the seasons, David. 
However, if I follow your instructions, the year will begin on one day in
one hemisphere and half a year later in the other.  That will be confusing.
It is easy to resolve.  There are two hemispheres, one on each side of the
equator.  What do you want to call them?"

   "The northern and the southern hemispheres, of course.  The northern
hemisphere is the one I'm in now.  The other is the southern hemisphere."

   "If we let the year begin on the first day of winter in the northern
hemisphere and the first day of summer in the southern, the year will then
begin on the same day for the whole world."

   "OK, that's the way we'll do it.  Year one is this year.  I arrived
about one-fourth of the way through the year.  Now I want to divide the
year into months.  If there is anything wrong with what I say, I want you
to tell me and help me make the right decision.  ACan you always do that?"

   "Yes, David, that is one of my functions."

   "Are you sure that there are three-hundred and sixty-seven days in the
year?  How do you know that?"

   "David, I have an immense amount of knowledge about a great many things.
I don't know how I know what I know but I know that I know.  Is that
confusing?"

   "No, Aimee, I'm the same way.  Now, each month will be thirty days so
twelve months will last for three hundred and sixty days.  The other seven
days will be called Festival when nobody works.  Festival comes just before
the end of the year.  Is that OK?"

   "Yes, David.  Today is the thirteenth day of the fourth month.  The
season is spring.  The year is one.  The date is 13,04,01.  The time is
16:45."

   "Show off," I whispered.

   "Yes, David.  If you mean that I like to display my knowledge, you are
correct.  But remember, I am incapable of lying to you or deceiving you. 
Also remember that my sole purpose is to assist you and provide information
to you.  Do you want to name the months?"

   "No, that can wait until I'm thinking better.  I've got a million
questions for you."

   "I will try to answer them if you ask them one at a time, David," she
said and giggled.  That's the only way to describe the sound she made.  I
couldn't help but smile at her and shake my head in wonder.

   "Aimee, are we on an island or are we connected to the mainland?  When I
looked around, all I saw was water."

   "The mountain where we are is connected to the mainland, David.  There
is an isthmus to the north-west.  It is a narrow rocky connection that is
under water in some places at high tides.  When storms come, the waves may
break over the entire isthmus."

   I knew the storms could not be as bad as hurricanes.  If they were, the
huge trees could never have survived.  I had seen no storm damage on my
exploration down the mountain.

   "Aimee, while I was exploring, I saw some rabbits and squirrels and some
feces which leads me to believe there are deer or goats here.  Is that
right?"

   "There are lots of animals here, David.  Would you please describe the
animals?"

   "Well, both are hooved animals and both have horns on their head.  Is
that sufficient?"

   "Yes, David, I will show you images of the two animals here which have
both hooves and horns."

   The screen blinked into images of a deer and a goat.  The deer looked
like the deer back home.  The goat had the same forest coloration as the
deer, not the black and white mixture on goats I had seen.  As usual, the
deer was bigger than the goat.

   "How big are they, Aimee?"

   "You have not yet told me how to measure size, David."

   "Well, damn.  Here we go again.  Assume I'm exactly two meters tall. 
There are one hundred centimeters in a meter.  Now can you answer, just in
general terms?"

   "Yes, David.  The deer will vary in size depending upon age and sex. 
None of the male deer are as tall as you.  Almost all the deer can walk
under your outstretched arm, except males with large racks.  The goats also
vary.  They are about half as tall as you, about one meter."

   "Can you create an image with me standing between the two animals,
Aimee?"

   In another blink, I saw myself on the monitor, naked with my arms
outstretched, with a deer under my arm on one side and a goat on the other.
Except for the goat's coloration, we all looked normal.

   "Aimee, do you know what other animals are on this mountain?  Could you
show me images of them?  No birds or reptiles, just animals?"

   I blinked again and the screen was filled with animals.  I saw a
squirrel, a rabbit, a beaver, a badger, a bobcat, a chipmunk, and a couple
of small mammals that I couldn't identify.  I didn't see any large
dangerous animals like bears or cougars.  I didn't expect to see any
animals like buffalo that lived in the plains.

   "Aimee, do you know how to catch rabbits?  My grandmother in France
served me rabbit a number of times.  It was always delicious."

   "Yes, David, I know.  Would you like me to show you some devices which
will catch rabbits?  A snare is the simplest one."

   "No, not now.  Tomorrow morning I'm going fishing.  Maybe tomorrow
afternoon, I'll learn how to set rabbit snares.  Aimee, I followed a trail
all the way down to the coast.  It had lots of branches.  I know someone
must have been here quite some time creating this place and the trails.  I
also encountered someone on my way down the mountainside and he told me
something about the people who built this place."

   "I don't understand, David," she said, and her face showed it.  "I know
there is no one else here but you."

   `Oh, I didn't say he was human.  He was the cutest, most
intelligent....ground squirrel or chipmunk I've ever seen.  I'm not sure
which he was.  He was bigger than any I've ever seen.  I named him
Lightning because the broken stripe down his tail looked like a lightning
bolt."

   She smiled at my attempt at humor but she didn't say anything.

   "I was walking through an outcropping of big rocks when I heard him
chattering.  He was standing up beside the trail with his front paws out
like he was begging for something.  The only thing I had was the nutrition
bars so I cut off a little piece.  He watched me, then ran around in a
circle, and, when I held out my hand to him, he came and took the piece out
of my hand.  He was the cutest little guy...maybe not so little because
I've never seen a chipmunk as big as he was."

   "What did he tell you, David?" she asked.

   "Well, I could assume that he was so smart that he came up with his way
of begging all by himself.  I think it's more likely that someone who had a
lot of patience and enjoyed watching him as much as I did...someone
patient, kind to animals, taught him.  I don't know who the man or woman
was but I think we have a lot in common.  Lightning was a fascinating
little creature."

   "What else did you see, David?"

   "Well, there are lots of little streams running down the mountain and I
found a grove of bamboo close to the bottom.  Some of it was as big as my
thigh and some was as little as my penis.  If I plant a garden, I won't
have any problem getting running water to it.  I can run it through bamboo
to the plants.  I'd love to have some home-grown tomatoes."

   "Are you going to plant a garden, David?  There are lots of different
kinds of seeds in the seed storage room.  I can pick out some good tomato
seeds if you will plant them."

   "Who knows?" I answered.  "I don't know what I'm going to do, especially
if Anna's not with me."

   "Perhaps she will be one of the ones who are yet to come, David.  Please
do not despair of seeing her again.  I want you to stay here and to be
content."

   "I can't be content without her, Aimee."

   "What else did you see that you liked?" she asked and I knew she was
trying to change the subject this time.

   "Well, there's a big lake close to the bottom of the mountain.  The
bamboo grove is just above the lake.  I know the lake's fresh water because
I drank from it.  I stood on a rock shelf and watched some big fish
swimming around.  They looked long and slim, like they might be game fish.
I'm going fishing tomorrow.  I just need some vegetables to go with my
fish. Do you know where I can find some?"

   "Yes, David.  Just off the terrace to the west there is a place where
lots of leaves have accumulated and turned to mulch.  There are potatoes
growing in the mulch.  I do not know whether they are big enough to eat
yet."

   "What else, Aimee?  I saw some wild plants that looked like dandelion
greens and I saw some wild onions.  I just don't know what is edible around
here and I don't want to make myself sick."

   "David, the tablets on each side of me all have a camera on one side and
a screen on the other.  If you take a picture of the wild plants, your
tablet will tell you if it is edible and how to prepare it.  That is one
reason why the tablets have been left here for you."

   "Aimee, I went all the way down to the sea and I ended up where the
coast is very rocky.  When the weather gets warm, I'd like to go for a swim
if I'm still here.  Is there a beach anywhere, you know, a quiet sheltered
spot where there's sand?"

   "David, the coastline is quite varied, from cliffs to rocky
outcroppings, to beaches.  There is more than one small beach.  I can show
you a map of the mountain and the path to follow to the nearest one."

   "Aimee, there's an old olive press and some olive oil in the kitchen. 
Are there any olive trees here?

   "Yes, David.  There is a grove of olive trees on the west side of the
mountain just before you arrive at the isthmus.  But olives are picked from
the end of the ninth month until the second month of the following year. 
The olive oil in the kitchen will have to last until then."

   "Thank you, Aimee.  Tomorrow night I'm going to have a dinner with fish
sautéed in olive oil, new potatoes, and fresh onions and greens barely
wilted in olive oil.  I can't wait."

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   My first day at wherever I was had been long, confusing, and exhausting.
I felt myself falling back into the muddled state I had been in when I
arrived so I went to bed at eight o'clock.  I visited the toilet for a good
piss, went to the bathing chamber for a long hot shower, choose the
sleeping chamber closest to Aimee's room as my own, stripped naked, and
crawled in one of the three alcoves, I spread a blanket over my hips and
legs, turned on my left side as usual, and shut my eyes.

   But sleep wouldn't come.  My mind kept thinking about what had happened
to me within the last day.  I had been transported from Islanistan to a
cave dwelling on a mountainside near an inland sea and I had no idea how I
had got here or where I was.  I had accepted a computerized image of a
woman as my friend and helpmate, I had learned that I was the first of ten
males and ten females expected to stay here and eventually have children. I
couldn't see any signs of human habitation and that was unbelievable.  But
where was Anna?  The place is a paradise but without her it's a hell. 
Anna! Anna, what am I going to do?

   My mind went back to the first night we spent together in Flagstaff and
as I began to think about the wonders of that night I forgot all my present
mysteries.  I thought of Anna, recalled the way I felt being with her,
being in her, being part of her, and I knew I could not live without her.

   I remembered how I had licked her pussy until I brought her to a bucking
orgasm, how I almost immediately started licking her again, deliberately
trying to bring her to such a high level of desire that she would eagerly
welcome my penis in her vagina, and how right and perfect and full of
wonder it had felt when our bodies were finally joined together.  I smiled
when I remembered how I had felt when I let my beast loose on her and then
very quickly learned that she had her own beast to release on me.  After
that, without ever taking my penis out of her, we awkwardly managed to roll
over so she could ride me to another orgasm and then I fucked up into her
and came again.

   And after all that, we had joined together again and melted into one
another or into one, whichever it was.  I remembered something I wanted
never to forget, knowing while we were one that she loved me and I loved
her and that we were only whole when we were with each other.  I had never
heard or read of that feeling but I knew it was something real even if I
couldn't understand it.

   Now I lay in bed all by myself, one hand cupping my testicles, the other
stroking my penis, tired but too horny to sleep, and wondering where Anna
was.  I realized that I was going to lose my erection if my thoughts
wandered into thinking about what separated us.  So I grabbed the memories
of Saturday morning, how we bathed together and then played, then reveled
in another good fuck, and finally how we both ate a couple of biscuits on
our way to the mall about mid-morning to shop.

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   Anna and I were entwined when I woke up.  Her head was lower than mine
and I could feel her warm breath on my chest and her hair tickling my chin.
We were facing each other, my hand resting on her side, hers resting on my
waist, my right leg against her left, my left leg over her left leg and her
right leg over my left, and in the center, my morning hard-on just touching
her stomach.

   Friday night, we had gone to sleep with me spooned up to her, my soft
but distended penis pressed against the crack of her ass, and my right hand
on her right breast.  How perfect it had felt to go to sleep that way!

   Now, I knew I had to get up and go piss.  I didn't want to move.  I
didn't want to wake her up.  I wanted to stay there, still groggy with
sleep, feeling her breathing on me.  I caught her hand in mine, eased it
off my side, and pulled back away from her.

   "Good morning, Davood," she whispered.

   "Good morning, Anna," I whispered back.  "I've got to go pee."

   "Me too," she said "and then I want a good hot shower."

   "Yeah, that would be nice," I said.  "And I want to shave too.  I don't
want to irritate your tender skin with my beard."

   Maybe the idea that my chin might be rubbing her somewhere was enough to
get her engine started.  She threw back the blanket and rolled out of the
bed.  The bathroom was on her side and I had no chance of beating her to
the toilet.  I followed her, watched as she sat there with her eyes closed
and pissed and pissed, and I was afraid I couldn't hold it listening to
her. I considered pissing in the sink or maybe getting in the Jacuzzi and
pissing there but I had no idea what she would think if I did it.  Finally
she finished, didn't wipe herself, got up and went over into the Jacuzzi. I
managed to hold it long enough to get in position over the commode and then
I pissed in absolute relief.

   When I turned around, she was bent over with one hand in the water
coming out of the spigot, waiting for it to warm.  I stepped in the Jacuzzi
behind her, grabbed her by both hips, and pressed my still-erect penis
against the crack of her ass.  She straightened up and I moved my hands
from her hips up to her breasts.  She put her hands over mine and we stood
like that for a while before we started bathing.

   Afterwards I shaved while she sat on the commode and watched me.  Then
we brushed our teeth, watching each other and trying not to smile,
slobbering into the sink when we both gave in and grinned widely at each
other.

   As we went back in our bedroom, she asked me if I wanted to go get some
breakfast.  I shook my head no, picked her up, walked over to the bed, and
dropped her.

   "The only thing I'm hungry for is you," I said, looking down at the
feast spread before me.

   I parted her legs and gave her another good licking.  She pushed me down
and gave me a good sucking.  We played, goosed each other, bit each other
on different good spots, and giggled and laughed for a while.

   When we quieted down, she put her head on my stomach and played with my
penis and testicles.  I lay there while she rearranged my balls, while she
inspected and licked and sucked on my penis, and while she milked it down
and licked the head again and again.

   "What are you doing?" I asked.

   "Licking up your love drops," she answered.

   "I love you, Anna," I said, as earnestly as I could.  "Do you really
like playing with me like this?"

   "No, David, I don't like it.  I love it.  I love your big hairy balls
and your big hard dick and your love drops.  They taste sweet.  Did you
know that?"

   I decided it was my turn.  I rolled over and pushed her down, kissed her
lips, her throat, both breasts, her navel, and last her little hairy patch.
I snuggled up to her with my mouth on one hard nipple and played with her
pussy with my fingers.  Between sucking and finger-fucking, I teased her
pussy lips until they were all wet and spread.

   "David, are you going to take me shopping today," she whispered, so low
I almost didn't hear her.

   "Uh, huh," I said, because my mouth was full.

   "I really need to shop for some underwear.  Is that OK?"

   "Uh, huh," I said because my lips were sucking on an erect nipple."

   "David, if you'll promise to take me shopping for underwear, I'll give
you a present."

   "OK, I promise," I said and resumed licking out her navel.

   She pushed my head away, rolled over with her head still on the pillow,
spread her legs, and poked her ass up in the air.

   "There's your present, David," she whispered.

   I knee walked behind her and looked down at what she was offering me. 
For a moment, I wondered if she was offering me her asshole.  I didn't want
it.  If I had to choose, I wanted pussy.

   "Well, mon ptite mimi is a little pussycat," I said.  "I think maybe I
should call it a pussy cunt.  May I have it?"

   "Are you going to take me shopping?"

   "Yeah!"

   "For underwear?"

   "Yeah!"

   "OK.  I know you really really love me.  You may have it."

   I held my penis down, aimed it at the spot, and slid into her steaming
depths in one long slide.  Then I held her by both hips, pulled back until
the head of my penis was just holding open the lips to her pussy, and
slowly slid in again.

   "Oh, that is so good, David," she moaned.  "So fucking good!"

   I eased in and out of her a few more times, then pulled her ass back
against my thighs as close as possible, and watched as all of my penis
disappeared into her.  I held her tightly, looking down at my pubic hair
almost hiding her asshole.

   She let out a hissed exhalation of breath and groaned.  I held her and
pressed deeper into her.

   "Do you like it?" I asked.

   "Yeah, I like it," she whispered.  "I'll swear it's in my stomach but I
like it.  Now fuck me."

   I shut my eyes and did what she told me to do.  I fucked her in long
slow strokes.  I fucked her in rapid-fire strokes.  I fucked her until I
knew I was about to come and then I couldn't stop fucking her and I
squirted out again in the depths of my little pussycat.

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   I was awakened later that night by a dream, an unusual wet dream.  When
I went to bed, the memory of Saturday morning in the hotel in Flagstaff
with Anna had been enough to keep me aroused and I had masturbated to a
powerful orgasm.  Still, it had not emptied all my reserves and the wet
dream had caused me to ejaculate a large mess of semen onto my chest and
stomach.  I found the towel I had used to wipe up before I went to sleep
and then cleaned up from my second coming.

   As soon as I became aware of what had happened, I tried to seize the
dream which had accompanied the orgasm.  As usual it was a jumbled bunch of
fragments which had no basis in reality and which made no sense whatsoever.
I tried to reconstruct enough of the dream to see if it had any meaning.

   In my dream, I had my mouth on the pussy of some woman.  I couldn't
remember whether it had been Anna or Aimee but it had been one or maybe
both, maybe Anna/Aimee.  I remembered having my hands next to my cheeks
with my thumbs holding her labia stretched to each side to expose the
sensitive flesh within.  I remembered the smell and taste of her.  And I
remembered that my wide-open mouth was attached to her pussy like a lamprey
is attached to a shark.

   I also remembered that my tongue was in her vagina and, this is where
the dream was really crazy and made no sense, my tongue was long enough to
penetrate her vagina all the way to her cervix.  I had been licking her
cervix, trying to open it, so that I could enter.  I couldn't remember
whether it was my sperm that wanted to enter her womb or maybe it was the
whole of me but there was a definite memory of wanting to enter her.

   Then I felt the internal muscles of Anna/Aimee convulsing on my tongue
and, I suppose at the same time, my own wet dream orgasm began.  I
distinctly remembered the wonderful rapture accompanying each pulse of our
shared orgasm and the feeling of dissolving into something else.

   And as usual, I woke up just seconds after the last throb in my penis
and testicles.  I wrapped my hand around my still-erect penis and held it
until I came up and out of sleep, held it until I felt it begin to soften,
and then dragged my fingers upward over my stomach and chest to be sure
that I had not imagined the hot puddles of semen.

   I tried to think what it all meant but I couldn't rationalize anything
meaningful out of the dream.  I lay there with my eyes closed, still
breathing faster than normal from the orgasm, until the dream faded and all
I could remember was that it was about me going down on either Aimee or
Anna.

   I threw the semen-soaked towel out of the bed and lay there for a minute
or two trying to go back to sleep and then I felt the need to piss.  I
rolled out of bed, staggered to the toilet, leaned against the wall with my
left hand, held my penis with my right, pissed and pissed and reveled in
being a man and in holding my penis to piss, and then staggered back to
bed.

   I couldn't go back to sleep.  I wondered what it all meant.  I had
desperately wanted to live my life in peace and quiet with Anna.  I had
played out my part in another act of killing because I knew I could never
live with myself if I did not avenge the deaths of my father and my mother.
I counted the men I had killed in Mamoon, seven again.  I had been trapped
and had yielded to my unavoidable death and then, at the last second, I had
been transported to a place that seemed like a paradise.

   Wherever I was, it seemed that there was no one else in the world but
me. I was evidently the first of a small group of men and women who would
be living in this world.  I knew I could gladly live out my life here with
Anna.  But without her I knew I had no life to live and I knew that I would
let Big Boy cut another throat.

   What did it all mean?  Was there a purpose in my being here?  What was
my role in somebody's scheme?  What was that scheme about?  Someone had
gone to a lot of trouble to prepare a home for me in a world that was like
a paradise but I couldn't imagine why.  I was tired and lonely and
desperately wanted to know what it was all about and I had no idea how to
go about finding any answers.

   I turned over on my left side, put one pillow under my head and another
over my head, pulled the blanket up until it covered my shoulders, and
curled up in a fetal position.  Gradually the world faded away and I
drifted off into sleep again.
   TO BE CONTINUED