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have believed how much pleasure could come from having your face and hair caressed. Jean Paul gives you butterfly kisses with his eyelashes and nibbles on your ears and sucks on your lower lip. At the same time his hand moves slowly and patiently on your cock. You can’t feel it and yet you’re enjoying the experience. You enjoy it more when his face tightens and you watch him come with a quiet, ferocious intensity.
    “Mon Dieu!” he gasps. It’s not at all corny, though it should be. He buries his face against you and says something. The words are muffled, but it almost sounded like he says, “Je t’aime, je t’aime…”
    “What?”
    He raises his head, smiles at you, and goes back to working your cock, which is now startlingly erect. Jean Paul chuckles and kisses the head of your cock as though it is his little bon ami . After a time, you experience a prolonged, almost euphoric sense of relaxation… It’s hard to describe, but you know exactly what it is.
    You’ve had an orgasm. The first one since your accident two years earlier. You didn’t think that was possible, but Jean Paul kisses your trembling mouth and damp eyes and earnestly explains about “transfer orgasm” and “neural plasticity.”
    You pretend to listen to him, but the only thing that really sticks is the memory of his soft, broken words. “Je t’aime, je t’aime…”
     
    The End

 

S ERIOUSLY? You have a heart condition and you decide to give chase to a masked prowler in a deserted alley only days after one of your friends was carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey?
    I don’t think so.
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    Get your ass back over here

T hen Arlok contemptuously flings you away from him. As you stagger backward, Arlok’s tentacle lashes upward and levels upon you. Once more the twin tips glow brilliant green and livid blue. Instantly every muscle in your body is paralyzed. You stand there as rigid as a statue, your body completely deadened from the neck down. Beside you, Jake is also frozen motionless by that same weird power.
    “Earthling, you are beginning to try my patience,” Arlok snaps. “Can you not realize that I am utterly invincible in any combat with you? The living metal of my body weighs over sixteen hundred pounds, as you measure weight. The strength inherent in that metal is sufficient to tear a hundred of your Earth men to shreds. But I do not even have to touch you to vanquish you. The electric content of my bodily structure is so infinitely superior to yours that with this tentacle-organ of mine I can instantly short-circuit the feeble currents of your nerve impulses and bring either paralysis or death as I choose.
    “But enough of this!” Arlok breaks off abruptly. “My materials are now ready, and it is time that I finished my work. I shall put you out of my way for a few hours until I am ready to send you through the Gate to the laboratories of Xoran.”
    The green-and-blue fire of the tentacle’s tips flames to dazzling brightness. The paralysis of your body sweeps swiftly over your brain. Black oblivion engulfs you.
    “Adrien! Psst! ADRIEN!”
    You open your eyes.
    “You’re doing it again,” Jake whispers. “Not that the blue-and-green tentacle-organ thing doesn’t have some real possibilities, but if you really want to try something kinky, I have a suggestion…”

Y our hands are shaking as you phone your local police department and report the assault.
    You’re half prepared for them to blow you off, especially given that you’re a suspect in Riordan’s murder investigation, but that doesn’t happen. That very evening two plainclothes detectives arrive and take your report. You’re still angry and humiliated and you give them the complete and unvarnished truth of everything that has occurred between you and Detective Riordan since the moment he walked into your bookstore.
    From that point on, things happen very quickly and even if you wanted to stop the unraveling sequence of events, you