“Do what?” I asked.“Another man. Gay sex My position was on the far left. He didn’t speak. The audio went on for a good five minutes. There’s no time limit here. My position was on the far left. She’s insatiable!”“Yeah, but at least she’s got the pool boy.”“We don’t have a pool, wise ass.”“Well you will pretty soon,” one of the others said prophetically. Were the people administering the experiment that incompetent? The initial stimulus.As the audio finally died the door opened and two attractive people in their early twenties—a woman and a man—entered. It was pure, hardcore porn. “You don’t remember me.”“From…earlier?”“Much earlier. Or was it at night? And why had I told him about my disastrous first, short-lived marriage? Just ask your wife after the pool boy leaves…”“Fuck you.”“That’s why they call him the POOL boy. Oddly, he smiled and gave me a thumbs up. He laughed again. He was like a veritable bottle of Champagne whose cork has just popped. It was sound only—just audio.Someone quipped, “They forgot to turn the TV’s on.”I could not help but laugh at this.
