Case 17382576 Neural Log Extract
The girl walking towards me carrying my drink on a tray is spectacularly beautiful. She sees me looking at her but instead of looking right through me with a hard face as I am used to, she gives me a dazzling smile. So dazzling I am tempted to look behind me to see who (or should that be whom - I was never good at stuff like that at school) she is smiling at but I know there is nobody behind me because I am sitting on the veranda of a beach hut and what is behind me is a brick wall.
As she walks her shape seems to change and her hair seems to grow longer but that is impossible! It is probably a trick of the light .
It is warm here but not too hot, just right really. She puts down my drink and turns to walk away
"Excuse me Miss" I say "Where are we - I mean what country is this? I know that sounds dumb but my memory is going ... old age I suppose"
I am now 93 years old - how did that happen?
She giggles and I can feel my heart pounding in my ears - not literally of course because we all know that your heart is not in your ears it is somewhere in
your chest. Not that I have any proof of that, it could be in my left foot for all I know.
"I don't really know" she replies "I am from The Agency and they just move us around but it is very nice isn't it?"
Her voice comes out a little flat to start with but as the sentence ends she has the rich west country burr of my childhood
"Oh" I say "are you from Somerset - around the Sherborne area?"
Actually, Sherborne is technically in Dorset but that is an anomally - really it should be in Somerset. You should ask my cousin Michael he knows all about stuff like that.
She nods "Yes, I was born there"
"Oh wow!" I exclaim "Me too"
She looks amazed "Oh goodness, what's your name?"
"Brian Hammond" I reply
"I'm Sophie" she replies "Not the Hammonds of Hammond Walk?"
"Yes, that was my grandfather - he built the whole row when he got back from the goldfields"
She gasps and we shake hands awkwardly
"The first three girls I slept with were all called Sophie" I say
As soon as I say this I know it is a totally crass thing to say but it is too late now - I have already said it. The fact that it is true is hardly the point.
She blushes "Well, maybe the last three will be too?"
We both laugh but I know that is impossible.
"Do you mind if I join you?" she says "My shift has ended and I have broken up with my boy friend and you seem like a nice person ..."
I sympathise with her and it is like we have known each other for ever but at the same time the mystery and excitement of a new face. She asks if I mind her
sun-bathing in the nude but before I can reply she is totally naked and lying on her front. Her body is lithe and sinuous. After a while she asks me to rub
some oil on her back.
"Oh" she says "On my breasts too - I don't want them to burn"
I gently rub the oil into her breasts and she begins to wriggle
"Oh ... down ... there too ... it is very sensitive ... to the sun, I mean"
I do my best and after a while she starts to move under my hands and make little whimpering noises
"Let's go inside" she says in a slurred voice
She slides onto the bed and then pulls me down on top of her. She wraps her legs round my back and before I know it she is screaming and crying - so much so I am scared I may have hurt her
We gather our breath and then she starts to move again but the movement becomes violent [parameters - PRT]
Suddenly the door opens and two girls walk in - one of them is small and voluptuous and the other one is tall and slim with a very elegant manner.
"Room service" the short one says "Oh my God"
There is an awkward pause and I pray for them to leave but they just stand there.
"Either join us or go" I say and we all laugh
"Fuck it" says the short one and to my amazement she undresses and lies on the bed. The tall one just stands there and then shrugs
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do"
She also undresses and lies on the bed. The short one straddles me and I do my best. We develop a rthymn and soon she is gasping and jerking like she is connected to the mains.
I am not sure what the mains voltage is here but back home it is 220 volts which is double what you get in the USA, my cousin Ralph knows all about that, he is an electrician.
He did a proper appenticeship for five years and night school. So being connected to 220 volts would really make you move. I am not sure what 110 volts like in the USA would
do but I imagine it would be plenty. I must look it up some time.
The other two girls are meanwhile frantically hugging and kissing while wrapped around each other - it is hard to see where one of them begins and the other one ends. We swap partners and I engage with the tall elegant one - she is incredibly strong with a tongue that seems to wrap right round me - like a giant cat or maybe a panther. Her pussy is like a mouth but with no teeth - a bit like my granny who used to take them out at night and put them in a glass by the side of her bed. I can feel her pussy stroking me like it is alive, which it is of course but in a different way if you see what I mean.
After several hours we all separate and we have a shower together and dress again. The girls all hug and kiss me.
"That was amazing" I say "What are you called, I don't even know your names?"
The first one says "Sophie - I did introduce myself when we met"
The short one says "Oh, I'm Sophie too"
The tall one says "Oh my God, I'm Sophie as well - totes amazing!"
Before I can reply, they seem to shimmer and then they begin to glow, passing through all the colours of the rainbow. Richard Of York Gave Battle In Vain is a good way to remember it, my cousin David told me that when we were kids. The light grows in intensity and then all the colours merge into a blinding white light and I feel myself ascending into the sky. Looking down I can see the world as a blue marble - somewhere down there the three Sophies or maybe even the six Sophies will wonder where I went.
The young nurse I chat to comes in and sees the flat lines
"Oh my God" she says "He's gone"
She starts to cry and the Staff Nurse puts her arm round her
"I know" she says "I have been here twenty years but it still affects me"
Three thousand miles away a technician adjusts some parameters on one of his screens and watches while an old man proceeds to beat Tiger Woods and Jack Nicklaus at golf. He switches screens and watches Mohammed Ali in his prime being knocked out by a guy from Brighton. Then a tiny, fragile looking girl of 13 (unlucky for some, my cousin Susan always says) takes the microphone and a crowd of 100,000 go absolutely nuts as she sings with the voice of an angel
The technician slowly nods his head "Way to go, way to go"
Bob Cory 21st June 2020
Modified on 26/08/2023 at 12:02:45 by ℗ Bob Cory