A Fantasy of an Alternate Universe

By D Glenn Prycer

The photo shoot had been a great success. The weather had been glorious as only spring in Big Sur can be. Warm but not hot temperatures, brilliant blue sky dotted with puffy, cotton ball clouds and a cooling breeze off the Pacific, simmering blue in the distance. The other scenery, the kind that walked on two legs was especially fine too. I was shooting an all male photo collection, geared toward a gay audience so we had ten of the hottest gay men in California, all jocks, body builders and gym rats with hard, buffed bodies and no inhibitions about showing it all off. I had spent the day with these ten men, their hard cocks, deep throats and hungry holes. Like I said, they had no inhibitions

After the shoot was over, most of the men went straight back to LA, but I and two others had planned to spend the rest of the weekend exploring the back roads of Big Sur on our Harleys. Another of the models asked if he could join us so we had four, hot, always horny guys on three Harleys roaring around Big Sur looking for adventure. As it turned out all of us were dressed pretty much the same: black leather jackets and button 501's or leather pants and boots. By mutual agreement, none wore a shirt under his jacket.

The four of us were, in no particular order:

Jake was a twenty-six year old with a extremely hard, completely hairless body (no pubic hair either). He stood five feet eight inches with green eyes and light brown, shoulder length hair that became tipped with gold in the sun. He was a natural bodybuilder, having won several contests, a well known model, exotic dancer, gay porn star and hustler and a total bottom. He was not well endowed, but what he lacked in size he made up in shear staying power. On a dare, he had taken on every other guy at the shoot, including myself and my assistant and was hungry for more after we were all exhausted. Jake was bright, quick witted and funny, always the life of the party.

Mark was in many ways, a complete opposite of Jake. He looked like a beefy, ex marine with a blond crew cut, bright blue eyes, abundant hair on his chest and legs and ten inches of uncut meat dangling between his legs. At thirty six he was the oldest man on the shoot. Mark also had a splendid, almost overpowering physique. At six feet four inches and two hundred and thirty five pounds of rock hard, deeply cut muscle, he towered over everyone else in the group. Mark had fifth degree, black belt in judo and worked as a driver, body guard and bouncer. In spite of his size, he was a pussy cat, gentle, unassuming and rather quiet until you got him mad then all there was to do was get out of his way.

Cole, like Mark, was a blond, but unlike Mark, he was built like a race horse, with broad shoulders tapering down to an extremely narrow waist, fine muscular legs, amazingly well defined pecs and a "six pack" stomach. He had beautiful brown eyes and was naturally hairless with only a thin patch of fine, blond pubic hair at his crotch. He stood an even six feet and weighed in at one hundred seventy pounds. He was one of the most talented computer programmers around and made extra money as an exotic dancer and physique model. He did not hustle or act in porn. Cole was studious, extremely smart and somewhat self absorbed. He had just turned thirty.

And then there was me. I am thirty two, five feet eleven inches, one hundred and ninety-five-five pounds of hard muscle. I wear my dark hair down to my shoulders, have a full beard which I keep carefully trimmed, and a hairy chest, legs and arms. I have large, dark brown eyes and an easy laugh. Fifteen years of regular workouts in the gym have left me with a finely proportioned, extremely hard body which I love to show off.. I am especially proud of my pecs, as well defined as any professional bodybuilder. I was not only photographer of the shoot, I also was in the shoot. It was my mouth around some of those hard cocks, my eight inch cock inside some of those tight asses and my hard ass being plowed by other hard cocks.

I am also a double above the knee wannabe. Don't ask my why, I just am. For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to both my legs amputated so that they end in hairy, short, scarred stumps. I want to sit in a wheel chair wearing shorts that show my stumps. I want to reach down and massage them, to have a lover massage them, chew on them, play with them, admire and worship them and then cum all over them.. And the rest of the crew are also wannabes. Jake wants to be a double hip amp and has even talked about having his balls and dick removed too. Mark want to be a right hip and short, right above the elbow amp, and Cole a double leg amp with short or no stumps.

That's why we are such good friends, we share a particular, perhaps somewhat twisted desire to be amputated. Only Mark actually had done something about it. When he was 16, he put his leg on a rail road track and waited for a train to come along and sever the limb. At the last moment he chickened out and drew back the leg just as the train passed. He has regretted it ever since even though he knows intellectually that he probably would have bled to death or died of shock if he had gone through with it. He was alone and did not even think to put a tourniquet on his leg.

After the gear was packed up and the rest of the crew and models went back to LA, the four of us regrouped and roared off on our bikes, with Jake sitting behind me and the others alone. It was almost dark when the shoot ended so by the time we actually left the shoot site, it was fully dark. I wasn't worried however. We had reservations at a gay guest house a few miles up the road, less than 30 minutes by bike. We would soon be sitting down to a good supper followed by a good nights rest and then an early start in the morning. That was the game plan which immediately went awry. About an hour into the trip, I realized that somehow we had missed the turnoff to the guest house. I motioned for everyone to pull over to the side to the side of the road for a conference.

"Hey guys, I think we missed the turnoff." I said as skidded to a stop and idled my engine. "No we didn't!" Mark replied "I was watching for the gas station at the turnoff and I am positive that we didn't go by it."

"I didn't see it either! We must be further north than we thought." Cole said with a worried frown. "Something weird is going on. You notice we didn't see another car or bike for at least the last 30 minutes?"

Our discussion was interrupted by the sound of a vehicle approaching from in front of us. It caught us in its headlights as it came around the bend and slowed down and pulled over. It was a dusty, late model pickup driven by a young cowboy type, complete with a hat and a wad of tobacco in his cheek. He spat out a stream of tobacco juice and asked

"You boys lost? Need some help?"

Jake walked over to the truck to get a better look at the cowboy (all you could see was one muscular arm and the side of his jaw). "We are looking for the turnoff to the Triple X Guest House" Jake said as he leaned over the window of the pickup to talk to the driver.

"You went about 50 miles out of your way. You probable took the east, instead of the west fork a few miles back.. I am going that way. I can lead you back if you like. Easy to get lost in these back roads." he said to Jake.

"Great. Lead on we will follow." Jake replied in a slightly strained voice. Jake turned and walked back to us and said in a stage whisper "That guy is really hot. He has no legs and only one arm. His leg stumps are maybe 4 inches long and he uses a prosthetic arm. Ends in a hook. Wow, what a sight."

"Really!" I said in an incredulous voice.

"Really, on my mother's grave." Jake said rather solemnly but with a mischievous grin.

"Your mother's not dead. How can you swear on her grave?" Cole said with an amused grin also.

The chat was cut short when the pickup took off in a cloud of dust and a squeal of tires.

We scrambled to follow and one by one we roared off after the rapidly disappearing pickup. We followed him for a few miles. The wrong direction I kept thinking. Something was definitely weird. The road abruptly forked and the pickup swung to the right with the four of us following close behind. Suddenly there was a strange blue haze over the road and we were in and through it before anyone could react. To me it felt like a sharp electrical buzz. I was disoriented and a little dizzy.

The feeling passed as quickly as it came and we continued to follow our mysterious guide into the unknown. I soon noticed that we entered a town, a town that my knowledge of the Big Sur was not supposed to be there. It was a pretty place with brick paved streets lined with mature trees arching over and meeting overhead. I noticed substantial, well kept houses on manicured lawns. As we speed down the street, I also noticed what appeared to be a large school and a few churches.

The houses gave way to multistory apartment blocks and then stores as we entered the main part of town. There was a large square dominated by a white pillared courthouse with stores and other commercial establishments on the streets surrounding the square. The entire town appeared frozen in time, about 1945 it seemed, although the cars and trucks parked on the streets were definitely modern. There were also quite a few big bikes parked around the square. Maybe a bikers convention in town, I thought to myself. Except for the vehicles, the town looked like a set from the Jimmy Stewart film 'It's a Wonderful Life." This was definitely getting more and more weird.

The pickup pulled up in front of a four story building with a neon sign that read The Stud Hotel. Another sign in the window blinked out "Vacancy" over and over. Our guide opened the door to his pickup, set a chair down on the street and gracefully swung his legless, one armed body into it. He spun his chair around to face us, spread his arms wide (one muscular arm and one artificial arm) and said "Welcome to Manville. We have been waiting for you. You can check into the hotel" And he was definitely as hot as Jake had said; hard muscular torso, narrow waist, long dark hair in a ponytail, a stash, and two of most brilliant blue eyes I have ever seen. And, as he was wearing only an unbuttoned western shirt with the sleeves ripped out, nothing was left to the imagination.

Cole said it a worried voice "What the fuck is going on here.? Where the hell are we, the twilight zone?"

Jake could not stop himself from whistling the theme song from that TV series.

I turned to the group and said to no one in particular "I wish the hell I knew. Hey cowboy, what's going on?" as I turned back around. But he was gone. So we did the only thing we could do and that was to go into the hotel to register. We could sort it all out in the morning. I was beginning to think that this was all a dream.

The interior of the hotel, like the town, appeared to be frozen at 1945, potted palms, leather covered chairs and sofas, silk shades on the lamps, lots of dark wood. A curtain parted and a man walked into the room.

" My name is Jason. May I help you?" he asked in a beautifully modulated voice.

He looked like a movie star who has aged gracefully, silver gray hair swept back from his handsome face, wide shoulders sloping down to a narrow waist, beautifully defined pecs and stomach covered with fine dark hair. His physique was on display as he was wearing only a pair of jeans cut off at the crotch. I did a double take when he emerged from behind the check in counter. Like our guide he was legless. Projecting from the shorts were two prosthetic legs, clear plastic sockets (that showed off his short, hairy stumps to good advantage), a metal shaft, the knee joint and another shaft ending in work boots.. He moved with surprising grace and assurance and without canes or crutches. I had never seen a man with such short stumps use prosthetic legs as though they were his own.

Mark walked up to Jason and said "Do you have a couple of rooms with private baths? and how much is the rate?" staring down at his prosthetic legs.

"Yes we do and they are free for you guys as is everything in town." he replied. "Let me show you to your rooms. The elevator is this way." gesturing with a muscular arm to an ancient, open grill elevator.

We crowded in with him and rode in silence to the fourth floor

"End of the hall. Last door on the right. Its not locked. We don't have locks in Manville. I will be with you in a moment. I need to get some fresh towels"

Again I exchanged puzzled glances with the crew. This little adventure was far more that any of us had bargained for. A town that didn't exist, where there were no locks, no charges for anything and full of hot gay, amps. It was my idea of heaven---or maybe hell..

It was a three room suite; two bedrooms and two bathrooms flanking a large airy sitting room, well furnished and fitted with all of the comforts. There was even a small galley kitchen concealed behind two folding doors and it was fully stocked. The bar was stocked as well. The two beds were king size and very comfortable.

Cole, who until now had been silent, plopped himself down on a sofa, looked around in apparent satisfaction and said " I could get used to this."

"I am going to take a shower. Anyone want to join me? I said as I stripped off my jacket, pulled off my boots and began to unbutton my pants.

Jake replied in a mischievous voice. "Will you let me clean your cock and balls.? I'll do a really good job." He was already naked with his small cock at full erect. Jake was one of my favorite fuck buddies. I loved plowing his tight, little hole and he really knew how to please a guy, moving in rhythm with whomever was fucking him. It was also why he was in such demand as a hustler.

Mark and Cole were also getting naked. By unsaid agreement they were going to share a bed and Jake and I the other. Just as we were all standing around naked with cocks at either full erection or about to get there, Jason, our host walked in unannounced with a armful of towels. Completely unconcerned by our nudity and our erected cocks, he walked over to the couch and sat down.

"I owe you an explanation." he said by way of introduction. "You have moved into an alternate universe. That blue haze you passed through is the door. This is a gay world. There are only men in this universe. And some towns in our world have particular fetishes. Ours is amputated men and those who love them. Most of our citizens are either amps or men who prefer them, "devotees" as I think you call them in your world. Any man can become an amputee just by showing up at our clinic and telling the doctor what he wants. The operations are performed free. And we train you on how to function without your limbs. Needless to say, prosthetics are extremely advanced in this world. We serve as a regional center for amputation and training. Men come to Manville from all over the country to have their desires for becoming amputated fulfilled."

"From time to time we sense the aura of someone on one of the adjacent worlds who wants to become amputated and we send out our scouts to lead them to the door. There are many planes of existence that exist side by side and the doors between them can be opened if you know how." he continued. "And Duke, the guy that lead you here, is one of our best guides. Any questions?"

"So this is not the Twilight Zone, but an alternate world. Wow, what a concept". I said in an awed voice. "and anyone can become an amp, just by asking."

"Can we visit the clinic and become amputated right now?" Cole said. "I want to be legless."

"We know. You are all scheduled for your amputations tomorrow morning.. And to pass the intervening time, I have invited some local amps for a little party."

At with that the door opened and four other guys came in. They were naked, hot and each was an amputee.

There was our cowboy, swinging his legless, one armed body on his remaining arm, an armless (AE, 4" stumps) Latin guy with a slim, taut body and a fantastic cock, a one armed, one legged (both stumps about 6" long and completely smooth) guy using a single forearm crutch. He had a strong masculine face and a great smile. The last guy was a young, completely legless black guy with light, coffee colored skin, gray eyes and a powerfully sculpted torso and arms. He swung his legless torso between his arms. Jake did a double take when he saw this guy. Not only was he legless, but he had no balls and cock at all.

Jason removed his prosthetics began to rub his leg stumps and announced "Will someone come over here and force a cock down my throat." That broke the ice and we spent the next two hours in a haze of hard cocks, hungry holes, hot mouths and amputated limbs. Jake spent the entire time with the black man, marveling over his legless and sexless body. I watched them together for a while. Jake had him with his butt in the air, rimming him and massaging and chewing on the scars at the base of his torso where his legs had been. The last time I looked at them, Jake was fucking the legless man for all he was worth.

I had the cowboy and Jason, our host, as sex partners. Both were insatiable. I fucked both of them twice and came each time and I sat on the cowboy's big dick. At eight inches, it was twice as long as what remained of his legs. As it turned out Jason was also without balls and dick. He was a total bottom and he expressed that in his amputations. He told me he had his equipment removed because he did not want any thing to take away from the sensation of being fucked. All of our sex partners were of this world, except for the black kid who came from another plane, but not the one we came from.

By the time our little orgy was over the sun had come up, another fine sunny day seemed to be in the offing We finally took our showers, got cleaned up and began to put our clothes back on when Jason said " Clothes are not necessary if you don't want to wear them."

Jake loved that, he takes his clothes off at the drop of a hat and when he wears them, he wears the minimum that is legal. With a grin Jake said "Well that solves the problem of what to wear. Nothing!" as he laced up his work boots on his otherwise naked body. Cole also opted for nudity. Mark and I both just put on our pants and boots.

"Breakfast will be served in the hotel dining room in a few minutes " Jason said as he and the others exited the room. "See you there. We can talk then about your amputations." With that my cock jumped a bit in my pants. Was I finally going to become the amp that I had always wanted to be from the time I was a young teenager back in Akron? I couldn't believe it.

Cole said as we left the room for the dining room "Still think we are in the Twilight Zone?"

No one replied, each caught up in his own fantasies.

The hotel dining room was crowded with men--some amps, some not, some nude, some completely clothed. There were also what were clearly families--made up of two men and their sons. None of the children appeared to be younger than 14 and like the rest of the crowd, they were both amps and non amps. Some of the youngsters were nude, but most wore at least something, a pair of tight nylon trunks seemed to be their standard item of clothing.

The service was buffet style so we lined up with our plates and took what we wanted. The food was good, the coffee strong and hot and we wolfed down several servings. All of us were extremely hungry after our night of adventure and sex.

Mark looked around and asked of Jason "I see some young kids. How do you have kids with no women?"

"We get fertile eggs from an adjoining lesbian world, fertilize them with sperm from any man wanting to become a father and raise them in tanks until they are, in your world, about 14 years old. They are then "born" fully developed, sexually and mentally, and ready to receive their final training in our schools. The parents can engineer their offspring to look a certain way, be amps or not, be intelligent and so on. The science of genetics and DNA engineering, like prosthetics, is very advanced in our world The generation process in the tanks takes about two years to complete from the fertilized egg into a teenager. ready to emerge"

"Can anyone have a kid? Mark asked. I knew he was thinking about adopting an orphan.

"Anyone." Jason replied. "You just have to be approved by the reproductive board and 98% get approved when they apply."

A man walked over to Jason and whispered something in his ear. He was not an amp and he was wearing what appeared to be a doctor's tunic over white tights. Very nice legs.

Jason turned to us and announced that the van had arrived to take us to the clinic where the amputations were to take place. "Still want to go through with it?" Jason asked us. We all nodded in assent and were off. As we left, Jason said "Good luck, see you in a few hours as amps!"

The clinic was at the edge of town and looked like a large, metropolitan hospital, or even a small college campus with numerous buildings, pavilions and parking lots all set in beautifully manicured grounds.

We pulled up to a large multistoried building and were checked in. All of us were sent to separate areas to be interviewed and prepped for our amputations. I was shown to a small office overlooking a rose garden, the scent of the roses drifting in with a slight breeze. A young man, dressed like every one else in the clinic in a short white tunic with no sleeves, was engrossed in the contents of a file folder. As I came in, he swung himself out from behind the desk, stuck out a muscular arm and announced that his name was Dr. Sandy Rutherford and that he would be my surgeon. The name was apt as he had short red hair and a ruddy complexion. He was cute rather than handsome and he was a double above the knee amputee. The tunic, which was open, revealed, a smooth and slim but muscular torso and eight inch leg stumps which were not scared.

He looked at me staring at his stumps and said "I am one of the guys who was born without legs. My dads wanted it that way and I really like it."

"Can I touch them?" I asked.

"Of course." and he rolled his chair up to the chair where I was sitting. I reached out and felt the smooth, firm flesh of his stumps, marveling at the lack of scars. My own dick was trying to burst from my pants. Sandy reminded me of the first amp I ever fucked, an ex-marine who lost his legs when he was knocked down and run over by a tank while on maneuvers. They could be brothers, except that the marine had shorter stumps that were heavily scared.

"Please strip. I need to examine you. Don't worry about your cock being hard, I know how to deal with that." the doctor said with a grin. And, in short order he took care of that and then examined me.

"Exactly where do you want to be amputated? How far up and do you want your stumps scarred or not? Dr. Rutherford asked.

"I want them both about four inches long with scars. Right about here." using the side of my hand to show him where I wanted my legs to end.

"H" or "T" scars, rounded or guillotine amputations?"

"T." shaped scars." I replied. I like the stumps that taper down in front and have a horizontal scar across the end. On the underside of the stump another scar runs down the middle of the stump and joins the horizontal--thus the "T" shape.

"Fine, that is all I need to know. Do you want to watch? I can give you a local anesthesia."

"I would love to watch you amputating my legs!" I said with enthusiasm. Finally I was going to be an amp. I could hardly believe it was coming true.

We went into an adjacent operating room with a operating table at the proper height for a doctor in a chair. Two nurses also came in and shaved my crotch and thighs using some type of a laser. It took only a few seconds. Then they used another type of laser to sterilize the area of my crotch.

The two nurses, like the Doctor, were DAK amps, with muscular, totally hairless bodies and they worked in the nude. They were twin brothers and they were brothers of the Doctor, a nice little family team. The actual operation took only twenty minutes. A laser based knife was used for the amputations. It was completely bloodless and painless. I was completely turned on and would have had a raging hard-on if my crotch had not been anesthetized. When my amputated legs were actually lifted away from my body, it was the most thrilling moment of my life. I was left with exactly what I wanted, short, scarred stumps.

"How do you like your stumps? Do you want any revisions? Shorter, maybe?" the Doctor asked.

I was sitting up and rubbing the stumps. It was a really weird feeling. I could feel the stumps with my hands but the stumps themselves had no sensation at all. Also, without the familiar weight of my legs, I was feeling out of balance and tried to over compensate, nearly falling forward off the operating table.

The Doctor said "It will take you a while to get used to the lack of legs and regain your balance. Just take it easy, the balance will come naturally after a few hours. We are now going to put you into our healing chamber. Your stumps should be healed by this time tomorrow. Any questions?"

"Only one." I replied. "Can you take the right leg off up further, at the groin?"

"Of course we can. Are you sure you want it up that high?" the Doctor asked.

"Absolutely!" I said. "I don't want to see any right stump at all."

That additional operation took about five minutes and again I marveled at my new amputated body--a left stump of about four inches tapering down in front and a groin amputation on the right with only a simple, "S" shaped scar. I loved it.

I spent the rest of the day and that night in the healing chamber which looked something like an iron lung only made of some kind of clear plastic filled with a pale blue fluid. The fluid, I found out later, was the same fluid in which the children developed.

The next morning, the Doctor came to watch the technicians remove me from the tank dry me off and set me upright on an examining table. For the first time I was able to feel my stumps and the scars. I lay back on the table and played with my stumps.

"How do you feel? Any pain? he asked.

"None at all, I feel great" I said as I looked down at my legless body. My cock was hard and stiff.

One of the technicians came over to me and asked "Can I?"

"Of course." I replied. He was young, with a short, solid, extremely muscular body. He was not an amp, but from the swelling of his cock, he was definitely turned on by them.

He came over, took my cock in one hand and gave me a blow job. When he was finished, he slicked up his own ten inch cock and fucked me within an inch of my life. I had never been given a work over like that. He spent a lot of time chewing on and playing with my stumps. The sensations were extremely intense, stronger than anything I had experienced in my life. I loved it.

The Doctor had been watching our little show without saying anything. When we were finished, he said "Well from all indications, the operations were successful. No apparent pain and full function. We have a wheelchair for you," pointing to a sporty, low slung number with a dark red metal frame and black leather cushions.

"Let's go meet your friends. They are fully healed now as well" the doctor said.

"You bet." I replied.

We all met in a pleasant lounge on the top floor of the hospital. There were other new amps greeting their loved ones as well. Mark, Jake and Cole were gathered around a small table in a sunny corner of the room. I greeted them with a cry and rolled over to meet them. We all hugged and kissed.

Mark was standing using under arm crutches. I marveled at his amputations. He had no right leg at all, just a scar like mine at the hip and a 6 inch right arm stump cut off in a guillotine amputation. He was wearing a black leather arm band about an inch above the end of the stump. Otherwise he was naked. He looked extremely hot.

Cole was sitting in his new chair with his back to me. He turned his chair around and I got a good look at his naked, amputated body. Like he wanted, he had high, double above the knee amputations. There were no scars, just three inch stumps, nicely rounded. I was amazed at how exciting his legless body was. There was just the torso, hard, sculpted and heavily muscled flaring up to his wide shoulders, strong arms and his head of course.

Cole smiled "What do you think? he asked.

"You will be the second hottest amp in LA. Me being the hottest." I said modestly.

"What about me?" Jake said in a injured tone. "Aren't I hot too?" and he was. Jake had gotten his wish--both of his legs were gone at the hip and there were no sex organs either, his dick and balls were gone, there was just a little piss hole where his cock used to be.

"Wow!" was all I could say.

Jake explained that he wanted not to have the distraction of his dick and balls when he was getting fucked. He just wanted all of his sensations to come from his asshole and from the scars were his legs had been.

We all looked at each other, four close friends who had achieved exactly what each wanted, the removal of two limbs and in one cases, removal of the sex organs as well.

"What now?" I asked.

Jake, never at a loss for words, exclaimed. "Whatever we want. I want to stay here forever and get fucked at least twenty times a day. How about if I sit on your cock?" eyeing my hard dick poking up from my legless crotch.

"Be my guest." I replied as Jake swung himself over positioned himself above my now raging cock and lowered himself onto me. Jake did all of the work sliding up and down on my cock until I came. It was quite an experience.

Mark then took Jake and put him on the table and proceeded to fuck him silly as well, with Mark pulling out completely and then plowing Jake with one massive stroke. Every time Mark did that, Jake screamed in delight. It was an extremely exciting show to watch. Cole hung onto every stroke watching Marks massive tool drill into Jake. Jake began to moan and writhe impaled on Mark's massive dick. They came together in a shuddering climax. Several in the lounge applauded the show.

When the show was over, we were taken back to our hotel suite and our training on how to be amps started. We were in intensive training for about a month. About two weeks into the training Jake came to say goodby. He had been offered a job in television as the on-screen lover of a very popular hunk on daytime TV. This world had soaps too. It was a sad parting. Somehow I knew that we would never see the irrepressible Jake again.

At the end of our training, we were given the option of staying on in this alternate universe or going back to our own and the three remaining of our crew all decided to go back. It was a hard decision. We had each made many new friends among the people of this peaceful town.

The alarm went off. I woke up and automatically reached out to hit the snooze button.

I had an especially vivid dream that night. Something about a midnight bike ride into another dimension and becoming amputated. As I became more fully awake, the dream began to fade from memory, like wisps of smoke, I could not hold on to the details of the dream.

Then I noticed a wheel chair, sporty, low slung, dark red with black leather cushions.

Suddenly very concerned, I threw back the sheet that covered me and pulled myself upright. Something was not right. I looked down.

"OH MY GOD!." The phone rang.

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