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THE AMAZING MR. MORTIMER

My girlfriend Rachel and I had decided to take a two week vacation to PuertoRico. I had first come across the girl on the streets of San Juan. She cameup to me and begged me for some money. At first I was going to say no. ThenI noticed how beautiful this young girl was and I was intrigued. I startedto reach into my purse to get her something, and she smiled at me. She hada very beautiful smile. It was in fact an entrancing smile.

I kept her close to me with small bribes of coins and candy, while I questionedher. I guess growing up in the US, we don't' realize how life can be for unfortunatesin other places. She was barefoot and wore a very light cotton smock that barelycovered her privates.

My guess was that she couldn't be more than 14 or 15 years old. "How oldare you dear?"

"I'm going to be 29 next month, maam." She answered, but never actually lookedup at me. Believe me, there is no way that this girl was 29 or even 19.

After a few minutes, she went running off. I followed her for a short wayand then watched her disappear.

The next day, I found her again in approximately the same place. "Would youlike to go with me and get a real meal?" She nodded her head yes.

We went a few blocks to a rather nondescript restaurant. I bought her a mealand she ate it ferociously. "What is your name dear?" I asked her.

"Misery" she said, quite clearly, without even looking up from her bowl ofsoup.

"Misery?" I asked. "That's a strange name for a beautiful girl." She justnodded and continued to eat her soup.

Over the course of the following three days, I continued to meet the strangelybeautiful young girl, and buy her food. I offered to buy her some clothes,but she refused, without explanation.

On the third day, instead of running away as she had previously, she walked,and I walked with her. I was interested to find out where this girl lived,and under what conditions. I imagined that she was living in absolute squalor.

I was quite surprised when she led me into one of the more wealthy neighborhoodsjust outside the city. This area was full of large houses on waterfront propertyguarded by high security walls alarm systems and gates. She stopped in frontof one of the more impressive houses and indicated that this was a far as Icould go with her.

"Do you really live in this house?" I asked her. Still quite shy, she noddedher head yes. I had my doubts until she turned to a keypad by the side of thegate and dialed in the security code. The gates slowly swung open. She gaveme a little kiss on the cheek and hurried inside.

I was still wondering about what I had seen as the gates reversed themselvesand slowly closed again. Why would a wealthy girl walk around the city, begging,and wearing rags? Or more accurately, a single rag. When the gate was fullyclosed, I saw her remove her little smock and place it in a barrel off to oneside.

Without her smock, she was completely nude. She smiled one more time at meand then ran up the drive. I noticed right away that she had an even tan withno tan lines. She also had no pubic hair and both of her nipples were piercedwith small gold rings. Who was this child?

Rachel, my friend from Miami, with whom I had taken this little vacation,was already starting to wonder where I was disappearing to in the middle ofeach day. Rachel wanted to go to the beach and work on our tans or go shoppingor sightseeing. So she was getting a little peeved that I was gone every dayaround lunch time. After what I had seen today, I decided to tell her whathad happened.

"Why are you so worried about this girl you only met this week, Lori?" sheasked me.

"I don't know why," I told her. "I guess it's a mystery and I can't restuntil I find out what is going on."

I told her that I had decided to go to the house tomorrow and confront whoeverlives there.

"Lori, you really are a busy body. It's none of your business what the peoplein that house are doing."

"I'm going to make it my business tomorrow. Will you come with me, Rachel?"

"I'm not going on a crusade with you Lori. I'll go with you so that I knowwhich jail to bail you out of after the police come and take you away." Shesmiled at me with a knowing smile.

Rachel and I had known each other since high school. We were both now 24years old. We had been friends long enough that she knew better than to tryto talk me out of one of my crusades.

The next day we went to the house. It only took me two passes to locate theright one. At first, we sat across the street and watched the front gate, whileI described, once again, what I had seen the day before. Rachel had calledher brother, an attorney back home in Miami, and put some clerk to work findingout who owned the house. It turned out to be owned by a Florida Corporationcalled "The Styx Corporation of San Juan."

We had been there for about 15 minutes when the nude young girl appearedon the other side of the gate. I smiled as I recognized my little friend, butRachel caught my arm before I could move forward. It was then that I realizedthat this girl was not my little friend, but rather another girl, very similarin age and build. The naked girl walked toward the gate. She veered off toone side, where the barrel was. From the barrel she removed one of the smallflimsy white cotton smocks and put it on over her head. A moment later, thegate opened and she stepped out into the street.

We waited another five minutes until the girl I had met came to the gate.She too was naked at first until she retrieved a smock from the barrel. I wasvery confused. What the hell was going on here? What the hell was going oninside that house? Who the hell lived there?

I didn't know the answers, but I was more determined then ever to find out. "Wheredo you think you're going?" Rachel asked me.

"I'm going over to the house and I'm going to find out who's living thereand what are they doing with those girls." Rachel shook her head, convincedthat I was out of mine.

"After you get yourself killed, would you like me to ship your body backhome or would you rather be buried here?" Sarcasm was Rachel's way of tellingme that she was totally against what I was about to do, but she wouldn't tryto stop me.

I smiled at Rachel as I got out of the car. "I have my cell phone. Call mein 15 minutes if I'm not back outside." Rachel nodded in agreement.

I went across the road to the gate. There was no one in sight. There wasan intercom with a button. I pushed the button. "Si?" came a man's voice.

"Do you speak English?" I asked.

"Yes of course, what can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry to invade your privacy, but I've become acquainted with one ofthe young girls who live here and I'm concerned about what is happening inthis house." There was silence for a long moment.

"I see. May I ask you name; who you are?"

"My name is Lori Delgado. I'm on vacation from Miami with my friend Rachel." Againthere was an agonizing pause.

"Lori, would you like to come in?" As he said this, the gate swung open.At first I hesitated, but then I stepped through. I turned to look at Rachelsitting in our rented car. She had a very disapproving look on her face asshe watched me enter the grounds.

Once inside the gate, I could see that the estate was much larger insidethen it had appeared from the road. Trees, bushes and a maintenance buildingwere strategically placed to block the view of those outside the gates. Oncepast the obstructions, I could see that the estate encompassed about sevenacres of grounds. The main building was Georgian architecture and very impressive.To one side was a large garage building with the doors open. There were atleast three cars visible. One of the cars was outside the garage and beingwashed by two more of the naked nymphets. Behind the house there appeared tobe some docks with at least three large boats docked there.

As I made my way toward the main house the front door opened and a very handsomeman about 40 years old stepped out. He was very tan and wearing a long whitecotton robe. It appeared that he had nothing on under the robe.

The man came toward me with a smile on his face. He extended his hand togreet me. As soon as I heard him speak, I recognized the voice from the intercom. "Lori,how good of you to come to visit me. Please come inside and have some icedtea." I smiled back at him.

Okay, so I've wandered into the compound of some very friendly nudists. Iguess there is no harm here. I just have to keep an open mind.

"Lori, my name is Lucian Mortimer, but you can call me Lucky. That's whatmy friends call me." Lucky was still smiling at me. He had a rather infectioussmile that was quickly turning off all the little alarms and red flags thatwere going off in my mind.

I followed Lucky back into the house from which he had come. Once my eyesadjusted to the lower lights, I saw that he was leading me to a small tablewith some chairs around it. The table was next to a large window overlookinga swimming pool. Beyond the pool were the boats. No one was in the pool atthat moment, but I could see two more nymphets working around one of the boats.

We sat down and almost immediately another nymphet arrived with two talliced teas.

"I guess I feel a little silly Mr. Mortimer …"

"Please Lori, call me Lucky. Is it okay that I call you Lori?" I shook myhead yes.

"I feel a little silly, Lucky, just barging in here and demanding to knowwhat is going on. It's just that I saw that little girl on the streets withhardly any clothes and I was concerned about her."

"Lori, don't feel silly at all. In your shoes I would have done the samething that you did. I have to say that I'm really glad that you stopped into see us. We don't get very many visitors here, but everyone is welcome." Luckysmiled his infectious smile at me again.

"So, Lucky, this is some sort of nudist colony here?" Lucky looked at mefor a moment and smiled before he responded.

"I guess for public consumption we would say that we are a nudist colony,yes." Now I paused for a moment.

"Then what you're saying is that you're not really a nudist colony?" Luckysmiled again.

"We are a nudist colony, Lori, but we are also more than that. We are …" hepaused momentarily "… we're a religious sect as well. Nudism is justpart of what we are here." I looked at Lucky, momentarily, and then took asip of my iced tea. "Lori, you don't believe me. Okay, fair enough, let meshow you something else."

Lucky's smile disappeared and he became rather serious. "Lori, I can readyou mind."

"Please, Lucky, no one can read minds." His expression did not change.

"I can, Lori. Now let's see." Lucky stared into my eyes. It was a penetratingstare that quickly became uncomfortable. It was almost as if he were drillinginto my skull. He never blinked. "You came here with your friend Rachel fromMiami."

"I think I already told you that. That's not mind reading."

"Lori, Rachel is waiting for you outside the gate. You're supposed to callher after fifteen minutes to let her know that you're okay. By my watch youonly have two minutes left." My jaw dropped.

"Wait …. Wait…. I know I didn't tell you that. How did youknow that? Okay, you guessed it! No one would come in here without a friendwaiting outside. Fifteen minutes sounds about right. You're a very good guesser,Lucky. I guess you're name fits you."

Lucky smiled at me. "Lori, call Rachel and tell her that everything is justfine and that you're going to stay a little longer. Tell her that she can leaveand you'll call her in a few hours to come pick you up." Lucky's voice wascalm but firm. I hesitated to follow his instructions. "Call Rachel now Lori,305-555-1817." Once again, I was shocked that he knew Rachel's cell number,but then I realized that Rachel's phone number was already on the screen ofmy cell phone.

"Lucky, you're going to drive me crazy with your little tricks." I laughedas I held up my cell phone showing him the number on the screen. Lucky laughedas well.

I dialed Rachel's number and told her that everything was fine and that Iwas going to stay for the afternoon. Rachel didn't want to leave me, but Ifinally convinced her. I told her that I would catch a cab back to the hotel.

"Well done, Lori."

"Lucky, you're very good with pretending to read minds."

"You're still not convinced."

"I know that you find little clues and put together enough to convince somepeople that you're a mind reader. But I know that there are no such thingsas mind readers."

"Lori, I'm not only a mind reader, but I'm a mind projector." I looked athim with a quizzical look.

"I don't know what a mind projector is supposed to be, but it is probablyjust as improbable as being a mind reader."

"Okay Lori, I want you to think about something. Choose carefully. Chooseto think about something that I could not possibly know. Make sure that youthink about something that no one knows. Not even your best friend, Rachel."

I took a minute to follow his instructions. When I told him that I was ready,I had something that I was sure he couldn't guess. It was something that noone could possibly know. I had never told anyone about this. No one knew. "I'mready, Lucky."

Once again, he stared at me with his incredible penetrating stare. I don'tknow how he was doing it, but his stare was quite scary. He kept up his starefor about three minutes. Neither of us took our eyes off the other. Finally,he closed his eyes for a moment, the smile returned to his face, and he lookedaway.

I waited for Lucky's pronouncement. Lucky took a slow sip of his iced tea.

"Lucky, I'm waiting. Or are you ready to admit that you can't read my mind."

Lucky smiled at me and then put his tea down. He leaned across the tabletoward me and held each of my hands in his hands. He held my hands tight. "Lori,you have a boyfriend named Jack." How did he know about Jack? "Eight days ago,you and Jack went out to a comedy club." He's on the right track, how is hedoing this. Maybe Rachel is in on this. Maybe he and Rachel set this wholething up to give me a scare. Well I wasn't going to fall for it. "The comedianyou saw that night told quite a number of off color jokes."

"Okay, Lucky, I'm not that gullible, how do you know Rachel?"

"I don't know Rachel, or Jack. I'm getting everything from you, Lori." Hesmiled his smile at me again.

"Okay, I'll listen to the rest of this parlor trick." Lucky still smiledat me.

"The off color jokes he told started to make you horny, Lori." Okay, nowthis was getting out of hand. Rachel told him the other things and now he wasusing that uncanny guessing of his to fill in the blanks. "You got very hornyin fact and you were holding tightly onto Jack's arm. You guided his hand toyour crotch, Lori. You wanted him to finger you right there in the theatre.Jack didn't take you up on the offer, so you were even hornier. At that pointyou really didn't care who saw you. You were horny and you wanted to do somethingabout it."

"When I get home, I'm going to break something over Jack's head!" I was reallymad. Only Jack could have known about that. So it was Jack who was in on thislittle stunt and Jack told Lucky something that should have been private. Itwas between us only. Well, scratch Jack off as my boy friend. There was noway I'm ever going out with him again. The asshole can't keep his mouth shuteven to a total stranger.

Lucky waited until I had settled down a bit. "Don't blame Jack, Lori. Jackhas never met me and he doesn't know that you're here. I am reading your mind."

"No you're not, Lucky. You can't read my mind!"

"Lori, you didn't tell even Jack about the fantasy you had later that evening."

"Now you're way off base, Lucky. I didn't have a fantasy later that evening."

"Well let me tell you what happened then. The show finished up and Jack tookyou straight home. You were hoping he would come inside, but he told you hehad an early golf tee time for the next morning. You went to your room andgot undressed. You drew a warm bath and got in it to soak. It felt good, butyou were still horny. So you started playing with yourself, first your breaststhen your pussy. As you were stroking yourself, you were imagining that youwere back at the comedy club. Jack had taken you up on your offer and was strokingyou until you came. The comedian with the foul mouth saw what was going onand pointed you out to everyone else in the room. He then invited you and Jackup on the stage where he continued to embarrass you. Finally, he reached behindyou and with one motion he pulled your dress off. You weren't wearing a bra,so you were …"

"STOP! Please stop!" Where was all of this coming from? She hadn't told thisto anyone. Not Jack and not Rachel.

Lucky smiled and took another sip of iced tea. It took several minutes forme to gather my wits about me. I was totally confused. Lucky did know my innermostsecrets.

"It's okay, Lori. Most people have a hard time accepting this the first timeI demonstrate it for them." His voice was very soothing now.

"I don't understand."

"There's nothing to understand except that I can read you mind." Lucky tookanother sip of tea.

"Okay, I accept that you can read my mind until I figure out how you arereally doing it. How you do it, I don't know right now. What is it for? Soyou can read my mind, but what do you want to read my mind for?"

"It's more than just mind reading, Lori. It's mind projection, like I toldyou before."

"I don't know what that means."

"Well I'd like to demonstrate, but I want to make sure that you don't getupset again when I do."

"Tell me what will happen first, and then I won't be taken by surprise."

"Good idea, Lori. Let me ask you some questions. Why were you were embarrassedabout your little fantasy?"

"Fantasy is not for sharing." I said. "You can do anything you like in thesafety of your own mind and no one is supposed to know that you have thesedeviant impulses." I looked at him again and blushed.

"See, that's where you're wrong. They're not deviant, Lori. In fact everyonehas these impulses and everyone has these fantasies. A lot of people will havealmost the same fantasy. There is nothing deviant about it. It only seems thatway because no one ever talks about it, so everyone thinks that they are theonly one with the fantasy and that they are somehow strange."

"So then this little compound of yours is for … talking about fantasies?"

"We share our fantasies here. We are no longer embarrassed by our fantasiesbecause we all know that everyone has them. But no two fantasies are exactlythe same. It is very erotic to share fantasies with each other."

"So you all get together and you share your erotic little stories with eachother?"

"Not exactly. Let me tell you what happens. You've just shared your eroticstory with me. When that story first occurred to you it was very exciting.Even though the events happened only in your mind, it was enough to bring youto orgasm. Am I right?" Lucky looked at me for an answer. I sheepishly noddedmy head yes. "One reason your story is so erotic to you is that you abandonthe constraints of real life and you do things that you wouldn't actually do.In your fantasy you live for erotic pleasure and nothing else." Once again,I nodded affirmatively.

"Now, Lori, with a mind projector, we can turn your erotic fantasy into whatseems like reality and yet it isn't real. It seems so real, however, that youcan't tell the difference and the erotic effect is a hundred times greaterthan just dreaming in your bathtub. Yet when it's over, you are once againyou and nothing actually happened. Through mind projection, you can be anybodyyou like and you can do anything you like without any consequences. Mind projectionis the ultimate adventure."

"Well you've got my attention, Lucky."

"Are you willing to give it a try, Lori?"

I took just a moment to consider. "Yes, Lucky, I'll try it."

"Lori go sit on the couch over there and we'll start shortly." Lucky pointedto a couch on the other side of the room. While I moved over to the couch,Lucky pulled the curtains on the windows, making the room much less bright.When he was done, Lucky joined me on the couch.

"Lori, I want you to look me in the eyes. Don't take your eyes off of me." Onceagain, Lucky gave me that penetrating look that seems to go past my eyes andright into my brain. If was difficult to hold his stare with my own, but Idid. Lucky continued this for about five minutes. Neither of us spoke a word.Finally, he smiled and stopped staring at me.

Lucky reached out his hand to take mine and help me up from the couch. Ilooked around and the room was still just as it was before. Lucky was stillin his long white robe and I was still wearing my touristy looking shorts,sandals and top. I stood up next to Lucky. He continued to hold my hand, placingmy hand on his elbow and slowly led me towards a doorway at the end of theroom.

"I guess it didn't work this time." I said softly.

"Please, Lori, don't talk, just listen and watch."

As we approached the doorway, I could hear laughter and commotion comingfrom the next room. We reached the door and Lucky opened it. Immediately Icould hear the sound of the foul mouth comedian making his jokes. The nextroom was a theatre, very similar to the room where we had seen the comedianthe last time. There were several chairs and tables in the audience section.All but one of the tables was taken.

Lucky led me to the empty table and motioned for me to sit down. As I sat,I noticed that Lucky was no longer wearing his white robe. Instead he was dressedin a jacket and tie. When I looked back at myself, I realized that I was wearingthe same red cocktail dress that I wore the last time I was at this club.

Lucky left me alone at the table for a moment or two. Then Jack appearedand sat down next to me. I smiled at Jack. This has to be hypnosis, I thought.Well he's very good at it, so I'm going to enjoy myself.

We had a few drinks. By the second drink I was feeling somewhat tipsy. Wow,this isn't real, but I'm getting drunk from the pretend drinks. The comedianstarted in on the jokes that had gotten me hot the last time. I was gettinghot this time as well. The more off-color his humor, the more horny I got.I snuggled up to Jack. I clutched his left arm with both of my arms so thathis upper arm was between my breasts. I let my tits rub against his arm. Hesmiled at me.

Well this is better. The last time, he was telling me to behave myself andact like a lady. This time he was enjoying my advances. I could feel the roughfabric of Jack's shirt on my exposed cleavage. I held his left hand in my lefthand and guided him toward my pussy. Real or unreal, I was starting to gethot. Jack's fingers found the right spot very quickly. I bit my lower lip tokeep from moaning as Jack's fingers brushed up and down on the fabric of mypanties. It was very hard to believe that this was not real.

"HEY YOU TWO BUNNY RABBITS IN THE THRID ROW!" It was the comedian, shoutingat Jack and me. He was pointing and a moment later one of the stage crew pointedthe spotlight at us. Jack's finger withdrew from my crotch. "Hey buddy! I'mtrying to entertain these people and make a living up here. You're attractingmore attention than I am!" The audience roared their approval.

"Okay if you two are going to steal my audience, you might as well get uphere on stage." Before we could even react, the audience began clapping rhythmicallyas two stage crew members were helping us out of our chairs and up on the stage.We were standing next to the comedian before we had any chance to react.

The comedian turned to Jack first. "So you just couldn't wait until you gother home to get your rocks off, huh." With that he stuck the microphone inJack's face. Jack just sort of smiled, laughed and acted embarrassed. The audienceate it up. "What's your name Buddy?"

"Jack"

"Jack? Is that short for Jack-off?" The audience roared. Poor Jack lookedmore embarrassed than I had ever seen him. "Well listen Jack-off, she is verycute and I can understand why you wanted to get in her pants, but couldn'tyou wait until I finished my act?" The audience roared again. Jack kind ofshrugged. He really isn't all that funny, I thought, it's just the embarrassmentthat he causes for others that make him seem funny.

The comedian moved to one side and pointed at Jack. "Now, ladies only, howmany in the audience would like to fuck Jack-off here. Let's hear it now." Therewere a number of claps out in the audience. "Jack-off, I'll give you a sevenon a scale of one to ten." Laughter was again heard.

"Jack-off what's your date's name?"

"Lori Delgado"

The comedian moved from next to Jack to be next to me.

"So tell me, Lori, what exactly was going on over at the table. You weretrying to give Jack-off a blow job?" I knew that my face was bright crimson.

"No, I …"

"Jack-off, I think the audience would like to see you give Lori Degrado abig kiss. Will you do that for us?" The audience once again began their rhythmicclapping.

A very embarrassed Jack came over to me and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Jack-off,you can do better than that. Give her a big smacker." The audience was gettinglouder. Jack took me in his arms and gave me a big kiss. As he did so, I couldfeel the comedian fondling the little spaghetti straps of my dress. Jack finishedthe kiss and let me go. Immediately, the comedian, now standing behind me,pulled down the zipper in the back of my dress. Faster than I could react,the dress was gone. Evidently he had attached hooks to each of the spaghettistraps. As soon as he unzipped the dress, stage hands reeled in the wires andpulled my dress right up to the ceiling. I didn't have a bra under my dress.I was standing there in my red satin panties from Victoria's Secret and myred strap shoes, and nothing else.

"Well Jack-off you were right. Lori Degrado is very cute." The audience roaredlouder than ever. I put my arms across my tits and turned toward Jack withmy back to the audience. Jack held me close to him and I started to cry. Thecomedian came up behind me and pulled my panties down to my ankles. The audienceroared again.

He gave me a big whack on my bare ass and then ducked as Jack tried to punchhis lights out. Again, the audience roared with laughter. Almost immediatelystage hands grabbed both of us and rushed us off into the wings. In the process,I lost my panties completely

As I stood naked in the wings, I was in tears. I barely noticed the man whotook off his jacked and placed it over my shoulders. I don't know where Jackdisappeared to, but the stranger held me gently, but firmly, until I had calmeddown. When I looked up, I recognized the face of Lucian Mortimer, Lucky.

"It is okay, Lori. You're safe with me." Lucky gently stroked my hair. Iwas feeling much better. "Did you like your fantasy, Lori?"

"Lucky, it was real, it really happened." I looked down and saw that I wasstill naked. "It's still happening."

"Yes, Lori, I know. But now think. You are excited and you're scared andembarrassed, but you're also very excited sexually, aren't you Lori? I cantell by your very erect little nipples Lori. Now tell the truth."

I looked down and saw that my nipples were erect. I nodded affirmativelyat Lucky. Lucky took me by the arm and led me through a door at the back ofthe stage area. Once on the other side of the door, we were back in the roomat Lucky's house. He was still dressed in his shirt and tie and I was stillnaked except for his jacket. Lucky motioned for me to sit down on the couchwhere I had been sitting before.

Lucky sat next to me and began, once again, to stare into my eyes. In a fewmoments I was lost in his gaze. I could see nothing other than his face. Afterseveral minutes, Lucky smiled and turned away. Once he broke the trance, Icould see that I was still sitting on the couch. Now, however, I was dressedjust as I was when I came into the house. I had on shorts, and blouse, sneakers,panties and bra. Lucky was once again wearing his white robe.

It took me a minute to think of what to say. Lucky retrieved my ice tea fromthe table and handed it to me. I took a sip.

"Lucky, where did we go and what did we just do?"

"Actually, Lori, you never moved off that couch."

"But I remember …."

"Yes, I know exactly what you remember. I was there with you."

"I don't understand."

"You do understand, Lori. You're just having trouble accepting it. You justlived your sexual fantasy. Your nipples got erect and your pussy got wet, soI know that you enjoyed it." I knew my face was turning a bright red.

"Lucky you just said that I never moved off the couch. Did I take my clothesoff right here?

"No Lori, your clothes were on the whole time. It is sort of like travelingto an alternate reality. You leave your Earth body here while you go and playin another body in the alternate realty. In the alternate reality, you werestripped naked in front of Jack and about 60 strangers and you loved everyminute of it. I was there with you, so I saw it all including your reactionto it. Then we came back here to this reality and you went back to being yourself.In this reality, none of those things happened." Lucky paused for a moment. "Exceptthat you remember them, and you're still aroused by them, aren't you Lori?"

I was very aroused. I shook my head yes.

"Your fantasy was pretty good for a first try. But by our standards it waspretty tame. If you would like to come back tomorrow, we could try anotherone."

"Lucky I'm not sure that I can dream up another fantasy by tomorrow thatwill be better than this one."

"You don't need to. You and I just lived your fantasy. Tomorrow, we can livesomeone else's fantasy. It doesn't need to be your own fantasy. One of thegreat things about someone else's fantasy is that you don't know what is coming.That makes it more exciting and more erotic. Also, living out someone else'sfantasy will show you something else."

"What's that?"

"The way this one played out in the fantasy, you were you and I was me."

"So what? That is who we are."

"You have to let go of conventional thinking and consider all the possibilities.We could redo the same fantasy, but you could be Jack, or the comedian or someonein the audience, or a stage hand. In fact, you can be anyone you want to bein any situation you want and you can interact in any way you want with anyoneelse. There are a lot more possibilities here than you are considering."

I sort of scratched my head thinking about what he had just said.

"Your four hours are up. I've taken the liberty of calling a cab for you.Lori, I'm so glad that you wandered in here this morning. I've really enjoyedour time together. Will you come back tomorrow, Lori?"

"Yes Mr. Mortimer, I will come back tomorrow." Luck gave me a big smile.

"Why don't you come around 8:30 and we'll have breakfast together. Just buzzthe intercom at the gate and I'll let you in."