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Bonus Chapter: Encore
I had a theory about why Haruhi revived her cum dump role. Something crazy happens to the brain when it experiences an incredible high. It wants more, and it will often go to great lengths to get it. That's why so many drug addicts roam the streets.
A tiny percentage of addicts manage to overcome their need for a fix, but the desire always exists. The high often changes a person chemically. Whereas one could easily avoid a drug they'd never taken, having taken it, the need percolates just beneath the surface of the will.
Inevitably, the willpower dips. Excuses follow rationalizations. For some, a once-despised behavior becomes noble.
That's what I think happened to Haruhi Suzumiya. She successfully suppressed her desire to be a cum dump. She flat out told me she had no interest in ever being used like that again. But one small nudge changed things. Like a fish venturing near the surface of the pond, she bit into a hook.
"Do you really want to lower yourself to the role of a sex toy again, just to fulfill the fantasies of a bunch of horny guys?"
"As I remember it," Haruhi replied, "you were the one who lowered me."
She had a point.
"This may be news to you," she continued, "but there are girls in the world who enjoy having sex."
I grunted, "And being the center of attention."
"Is it so bad that I get something out of it too? Quit acting so jealous, Kyon. It's not like they're strangers. All these guys are special to me."
"But they already had you once. Isn't that enough?"
"Suppose you bought a brand new McLaren 720S sports car, and you gave all your friends rides to show it off. Would you deny them a second ride if they asked you? Especially if they asked you really sweetly?"
"Probably not, but I'd still be concerned about the wear and tear on my vehicle."
"A few extra loops around the block isn't going to make a difference. Besides, if you were so concerned about wear and tear, you probably shouldn't have handed them the keys in the first place."
My McLaren 720S, Girlfriend Edition placed her hands on her hips victorious.
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So that's how I found myself at the train station waiting to get onto the Nakamichi Express, a line better known as the Grope Train.
Haruhi stood between me and Koizumi, whom she recruited to be her "backup man." We planned to take the train to the Nakamichi Mall for dinner and some shopping.
Most trains stop every minute or two, but this one passed through a tunnel under the bay. It would take fifteen and a half minutes for it to roll from this stop to the next.
Standing snugly between us, Haruhi shivered with excitement. A black hooded sweat jacket covered much of her body and most of her head. The shoulders of the oversized coat nearly reached her biceps while the jacket's hem barely covered her bum.
That was the extent of her clothing. Under the black fabric, she donned her standard cum dump attire—black leather wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, ballgag, and collar. A black flu mask hid the lower half of her face, but didn't cover her sparkling eyes.
At first, Haruhi's behavior confused me. I figured sex is sex, and Haruhi had been sucking guys off since the night she first blew me. But being a cum dump drew on a different psychological dynamic. When she sucked guys off, she sat in the driver's seat with both hands on the wheel and the stick shift in her mouth—in full control, directing the action.
The cum dump role removed all her rights and agency. After I fastened her unclothed body to the rickshaw, she literally sat in the passenger seat with no control over her destiny. I'd turned her into a sex toy that guys could use any way they wanted, and she was powerless to resist.
That very same sex toy now stood next to me on the train station landing. A clip at the end of the short chain dangling from her collar held Haruhi's crossed wrists together between her shoulder blades. A second short chain clipping her ankle cuffs together forced her to shuffle bare feet to move from place to place.
With its arms stuffed into its pockets, the jacket satisfactorily hid Haruhi's restraints. But it wouldn't for much longer.
Koizumi and I wore matching black jeans, shirts, and jackets, as well as black flu masks. Always the showman, Koizumi wore a black hat. We made quite the trio.
I patted the Zork Technologies Restraint System hockey puck stuffing my right pocket and the souped-up smartphone in the left. Yuki modified the phone's electronics and loaded an app tailored specially for this adventure.
"Are you ready?" I patted Haruhi's derriere.
A pair of wide excited eyes met mine. "Hmff-hmff."
When she hopped at the roar of a distant train's approach, her breasts bounced sexily. A few seconds later, the Nakamichi Express pulled into the station. At 7:07 PM, a healthy crowd filled the hall, though nothing compared to the sardine-can it resembled an hour earlier.
The doors opened, people exited, and others boarded. Gripping her arms, Koizumi and I guided the shuffling beauty onto the car. We stood next to the closed far-side doors and waited. The seats quickly filled with briefcase-toting salarymen. Another twenty passengers remained standing, their hands gripping overhead loops.
Haruhi peeped when the train pulled out of the station. Her expression radiated a combination of excitement and fear. The car raced up to speed quickly while dipping down into the Earth. We'd soon be traveling through the underwater tunnel spanning the bay.
When we entered the tunnel, the car's illumination level dipped. Showtime. Koizumi removed his hat while I led Haruhi underneath the silver rod spanning the cab from door to door.
I activated my Zork app, fished out my hockey puck, and tossed it over the rod. It magically split into its five component straps which magnetically dangled. I deftly unzipped Haruhi's jacket and tossed it to the side along with her mask.
She didn't resist as I reconfigured her restraints. Those Zork guys made it easy. In less than thirty seconds, Haruhi stood in the middle of the train with her wrists bound high overhead to the bar. A strap combination wrapped around her right thigh pulled her knee high, almost to breast level. Another strap connected to her right ankle cuff raised her calf parallel to the ground.
Our bound, gagged, and obscenely exposed cum dump scanned the audience of stunned passengers. Being the experienced thespian, Koizumi came up with the idea of putting on a rail show. "Please enjoy our performance," he shouted over the din of tunnel noise as he placed his hat in the center of the floor.
Being Haruhi's "backup man," he took his place behind her, lowered his zipper, greased himself up, and eased his dick into Haruhi's asshole. She clenched her fists and emitted a muffled scream. Her eyes bulged and watered as Koizumi rhythmically fucked her.
The awed crowd took in the live performance as Haruhi took it up the back door. Eventually, a few whooped and clapped. Some came forward to drop a bill or two into Koizumi's hat.
While pleasantly pumping our cum dump's ass, Koizumi flashed me a thumbs-up sign, then reached around and cupped Haruhi's breasts. Time for me to hop on stage. I stepped forward, lowered my zipper, and slid my dick into Haruhi's vagina.
Her love canal squeezed me urgently. Double penetrations really revved her engine. Less than a minute after my entry, she shuddered and screamed into her gag.
But Koizumi and I weren't finished. We fucked her hard and deep, eliciting several more screaming orgasms before we shot our loads into our toy. After coming down from our peaks, we eased our dicks out of Haruhi and stood at her side. Standing to her left, I placed my arm around her waist while Koizumi leaned back against her raised leg.
Koizumi and I bowed in unison to roaring applause. We'd kept Haruhi clueless about all this. She looked on wide-eyed, nude and spread, as cum oozed down her thighs. Her faced flushed a deep red as many of the passengers approached with their phones to take pictures and video. Several kneeled to get prime shots of her violated orifices.
I checked my phone and sighed, because Nagato's app would ruin the days of these amateur photographers. Named Fencer 2.9, the app created a digital fence around the train car. Once these cameramen ventured outside the fence's perimeter, their memory cards would spontaneously scramble, erasing their pictures and video. The fence also inhibited uploads to the cloud. So although these guys believed they were getting awesome shots of cum dripping out of the ass and pussy of a spectacularly beautiful naked girl, none of the data would stick.
As Fencer 2.9 reaped its background destruction, I switched to the Zork app, pressed the retrieve button with a ten-second delay, and moved behind Haruhi. After a countdown, the belts released and rolled back up into the hockey puck. I clipped Haruhi's wrists behind her back to the collar chain and fastened her ankle cuffs together.
As the train pulled into the Nakamichi Mall station, I draped the sweat jacket over her body and, reaching around, pulled up its zipper, closing the curtains on the show. Koizumi picked up a hat full of money, and I replaced her flu mask.
When the doors slid open, I bent down, grabbed Haruhi's legs, and pulled her over my shoulder in a fireman's carry. I dashed across the lobby to the elevator. Its doors opened as we approached.
Dizzy stood at the panel. "How did the warm-up go?" he asked us.
I slid my hand under the jacket and rubbed Haruhi's moist bare bottom. "Really well."
"You are such a lucky bastard," he said under his breath.
"You're a pretty tenacious guy yourself."
He shrugged with a smile. "I suppose. See you guys soon." He hopped off the elevator as Koizumi and I stepped on with Haruhi. "Don't forget," he said, "you've only got about five minutes before you'll attract security, so get her ready before the bells start ringing."
"Got it." The doors slid shut.
I set Haruhi down on her feet. "You're gaining weight," I told her.
She squinted me the evil eye.
I didn't need to carry her. I could have left her ankles unchained and let her run along with us, but that's not proper cum dump protocol. Haruhi wasn't a fellow player or a partner in crime. She was merely a toy for our pleasure.
After the elevator rose half a floor, Koizumi hit the emergency stop button. He glanced at the security camera in the corner. "I sure hope that app Nagato gave you does the job."
"Don't worry," I replied. "We're fine." Fencer 2.9 had it covered. The digital fence encompassing the elevator car froze the image when the doors closed. Two guys dressed smartly in black attire, and one girl wearing a baggy black sweat jacket stood patiently. I doubted the camera had enough resolution to pick up the cum oozing down Haruhi's thighs.
We had five minutes to transition from "train performance mode" to "mall mode." I looked down at the NM-logo wheelchair. Its seat held a yellow kitchen apron, a bucket of warm water, a syringe, and a stack of fluffy beach towels.
After I stripped Haruhi naked, she playfully wiggled her hips. It amazed me that a girl who just got thoroughly pussy and ass fucked in front of an audience on a public train could still act so sexy and cheerful.
In any event, we had a job to do. A familiar one. Cleanup duty once again. I bent her over and sponged her down while Koizumi flushed her orifices. Four and a half minutes later, our cum dump was clean as a whistle.
I sat her in the wheelchair. Using four of the hockey puck's belts, I lashed her forearms to the armrests and her legs to the footrests. The last belt became a seatbelt holding her firmly in the chair. A short chain clipped her collar to the frame.
I pinched the nude girl's nipples while massaging the region between her legs. "We should wheel you around like this."
She shrugged as her cheeks rose above her mask, conveying a hidden smile. I draped the yellow apron over her body and pushed its fabric under her legs to keep it put.
The elevator doors opened on the third floor and the Fencer program disengaged. We left Haruhi's jacket, the towels, and all the cleanup stuff on the elevator and sent it down to the ground floor where Dizzy could process it. Knowing him, he'd save it all and place it in the altar to his goddess.
I imagined the labels on the items in his shrine. This towel dried Haruhi's nakedness. This syringe pierced her anus. And so on.
But I had to give him credit. Dizzy brought us all here. A few days after the final dodgeball event, he circulated a petition in the form of a large and beautiful greeting card. On the front, it said, "ENCORE!" On the inside, it said, "Please?" Underneath that, in smaller letters, were the words "We love you."
Every single Booster Alumni member signed it. Dizzy gave me a large envelope to present to Haruhi. How could she possibly say no?
The mall was fairly crowded as we rolled our toy around. We got a few double takes—it's not every day you see two guys in black wheeling around a restrained girl—but nobody bothered us. Haruhi wasn't that exposed. The apron adequately covered her breasts, torso, and thighs. Glancing at her from the side, one might glimpse a side-boob, but nothing more.
As we rolled her along the pedestrian walkway, Haruhi glanced from side to side without a care, in sharp contrast to her previous stint as a cum dump. To be fair, she sat totally naked that time with her legs obscenely spread, but I got the feeling she wouldn't care if I pulled the apron off her body.
"How did we do?" I asked Koizumi after he'd counted the money.
"Surprisingly well. I believe we have more than enough to cover our tickets, some clothes, and a tasty dinner."
We rolled Haruhi into an upscale clothing store and checked out the yukatas, those colorful Japanese robes. I flipped through a few of them with Haruhi nearby. Sure, the girl was a cum dump, and this fell a little out of protocol, but she had much better fashion sense than me.
She shook her head until I came upon a robe made from a combination of yellow, orange, and purple fabric. We purchased the yukata and checked the time.
"We still have ninety minutes to kill," Koizumi said.
"Perfect," I replied. "Let's get some grub. There's a new American restaurant that just opened down the hall called the Poundcake Factory. Dizzy recommended it. Want to give it a try?"
He flashed me a thumbs-up.
"Welcome to the Poundcake Factory," the hostess said. "Another young man told me to expect you." She looked down at Haruhi with deep concern. "So this is your sister?"
"Um… well…" What the hell had Dizzy told her? I dodged the question. "Her name is Haru."
"That's so nice of you. I have a little brother that we have to keep restrained when we go out." She bent forward. "I'm guessing underneath the mask she's biting down on a mouthguard." She tapped the rubber ball through the cloth.
"She is." I pulled off the flu mask.
Playing along, Haruhi looked up wide-eyed and spacey. Drool dripped from her lips.
"Did you bring some extra aprons? My little brother sometimes goes through two or three of them before his dinner is finished."
"Sorry." I frowned. "We only brought this one."
"It's past the dinner hour, and we're not that busy. We have a private side room you can use. Then you can feed her naked and wipe her down afterward."
"You'd do that for us?"
"Of course. No extra charge. The Poundcake Factory is all about helping people with special needs."
"Thank you so much."
The hostess led us to the side room and placed us at a square table. She seated Koizumi and me across from each other, then pulled one of the chairs away and wheeled up Haruhi.
"Thanks again," I said, offering a seated bow.
"No problem. Enjoy your meal." She waved. "Bye-bye, Haru. She's so cute."
I pulled the yellow apron off of Haruhi's body. She glanced around and unconsciously fought her restraints. Dining naked was the last thing she expected.
As we studied the menu, a waitress brought in three glasses of water.
"Hello, I'm Ani. Don't worry," she said. "My sister Mika explained your situation, and I'm sure she told you all about our little brother." She gripped a wheelchair handle. "I enjoy working with special needs customers. We had an autistic boy and epileptic girl in earlier today." She glanced down at Haruhi's body and took a step back. "Holy smokes, your sister is absolutely stunning. Those breasts are perfection. May I?"
"Touch her all you want. She doesn't mind. It's not like she has a clue about what's happening."
Haruhi's eyes bulged but she continued playing along as Ani fondled her breasts.
"I am so jealous. I'd give anything for a body like this. Except maybe…" Ani rested her hand on the chairback. "…having to be like this, you know? Oh, well." The waitress crooked her finger. "Do you think she'd mind if I—?"
"Do whatever you'd like. She doesn't get out much."
Ani licked and sucked Haruhi's nipples in turn, then slid her finger into her vagina. Haruhi's eyes rolled and she moaned as Ani focused on stimulating her nub.
"Special needs people have such a rough life. It feels so nice when you can bring them some joy."
As Ani's teasing continued, Haruhi fought against her restraints and the orgasm welling up inside her.
"Now, now. Don't get too excited, Haru." She patted Haruhi's head while stepping up the clitoral stimulation. "She's so responsive. I can tell she's really close." Ani pulled her hand away. "All done."
Haruhi howled into the gag, tears formed in her eyes, and she shook her head from side to side. "Woa. Woa."
"Are you going to be a good girl?"
"Weff. Weff."
"That's my girl." Ani resumed her attentions.
Haruhi screamed into her gag when a crushing orgasm wracked her body. She shifted and strained in her seat, then collapsed contentedly.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" Ani licked her fingers clean and pulled out a pad. "So what can I get for you today?"
We gave her our orders and accepted Ani's suggestion that Haruhi receive a blended specialty meal. Before she left, Ani placed a folded cloth napkin under Haruhi's bum to catch her flowing juices.
As we waited for our food to arrive, several wait staff members visited.
"I wanted to come in to express my support for you guys," one waiter said. "Rumor has it we've got a very special lady joining us today." When he walked around the vacant side of the table and gazed at Haruhi's nudity, his jaw dropped to the floor. "Holy shit, they weren't kidding. She's top-shelf porn star gorgeous." He turned to me apologetically. "I'm sorry. I know she's your sister but—"
I waved off his comment. "It's okay. I get that a lot."
"Can I get a selfie with her? My friends will have a cow."
"Sure," I said. "In fact, let me take it."
Koizumi pulled Haruhi back from the table and the guy took a knee next to her. I took a few pictures of him with his hands in various places.
"Why don't you sit in her lap?"
The guy's eyes lit up. "She'd be okay with that?"
"She wouldn't know the difference. She barely knows her name."
"Oh, yeah. Right." He sat down sideways on Haruhi's lap, put his arm around her, stuck his tongue out, and cupped her breast.
I took the picture. "That one's a keeper."
He squeezed her breast. "If my sister were this hot… whoa. I'm just sayin'."
"I know what you mean." I handed him his phone.
"Thanks. I better get back to work." He patted Haruhi's head. "Have a good meal, pretty lady. How often does she have fits?"
"She throws a fit pretty regularly."
Haruhi gave me the evil eye and groaned.
"Well, good luck."
I checked my phone to make sure Fencer 2.9 was still active.
Ani brought in the food. A burger plate for me, a salad for Koizumi, and a plastic cup of glop for Haruhi.
"I had our chef mix her meal in a blender. Have you ever used one of these?" Ani swayed a gag with a hole in it before us. Instead of a ball, the thing looked oblong. "She's still going to make a mess, but it'll be way less messy with this mouthguard. Here, let me show you how it works."
She deftly popped out Haruhi's ball gag and replaced it with the oblong version. "It works with this." She pulled a plastic tube out of her pocket, shoved one end in the container full of glop, and the other end in the hole of the gag. She rubbed Haruhi's head. "Okay, Haru. Take a slow, gentle suck on this and let the food trickle down your throat. Don't suck too hard, or you'll choke. If you're a really good girl, I'll give you a prize."
Haruhi nodded. After she satisfied the waitress that she could safely eat, Ani left us alone. While Koizumi and I ate our meals, Haruhi sucked glop.
"Is it okay?" I asked her.
Haruhi shrugged and nodded.
Despite taking it as easy as she could, a healthy bit of glop found its way around Haruhi's gag and dripped onto her belly, thighs, and breasts.
Ani walked in. "How are we doing?"
"I think we're all done," I said.
"The food was wonderful," Koizumi added. "My compliments to the chef."
"And how's our big girl?" Ani rubbed Haruhi's head and examined her body. "A little messy, but you ate it all. Good work. Time for your prize."
She pulled the tube out of Haruhi's gag, pushed the wheelchair away from the table, and knelt. She licked Haruhi's body clean to the naked girl's delight. Ani tugged on the seat belt.
"Just a sec." I opened the Zork app and disengaged the belt.
Ani grabbed Haruhi's hips, pulled her torso forward, and dove her tongue between Haruhi's legs. For the next ten minutes, Ani lovingly pleasured Haruhi, bringing her to orgasm several times.
Once she'd finished, Ani wiped her mouth on a napkin and smiled. "Boy, that was fun." She patted Haruhi's head. "Did you enjoy that, Haru?"
With glazed, watering eyes, drool dripping from her lips, Haruhi nodded.
Ani wiped Haruhi clean with a wet napkin. "Don't tell anyone this, but my sister and I get my brother off all the time, you know, orally. You might want to consider having that kind of fun with her too. It's not really incest if you don't get her pregnant."
"I'll keep that in mind." I reattached the seat belt.
Koizumi pulled out his money. "What do we owe you?"
Ani reached down from behind, cupped Haruhi's breasts, and toyed with her nipples. "There's no way I could accept money from you guys. I had way too much fun. You may not appreciate this, but you've got a very special lady here. She may not have all her marbles mentally or emotionally, but she's very special nonetheless. Time to swap mouth guards." She deftly pulled the oblong gag out of Haruhi's mouth and replaced it with the ball in one quick motion. Then she pinched Haruhi's breasts one last time. "Please come again." She handed me a card. "Here's my number in case you ever need a babysitter."
"Will your sister join you."
"Of course."
"Cool. Thanks."
I checked my watch. "Oh, damn. We have to bolt. We've got a train to catch." I haphazardly tossed the yellow apron over Haruhi and wheeled her toward the door. The wait staffed cheerfully waved as we whizzed by.
I'd forgotten about the time. We weaved through pedestrians and made our way to the elevator. Thankfully, the door opened when we hit the call button.
As the elevator sunk, I pocketed the hockey puck straps, stood up Haruhi, and reconfigured her restraints. We stepped out on the ground floor with our cum dump back in "train mode," this time smartly dressed in a brand new yukata.
The short chain linking her ankle cuffs forced her to shuffle forward in tiny steps when I tugged the leash I'd attached to her collar. She squealed excitedly as drool dripped from her gag onto her breasts through the robe's v-neck.
We were moving into the final phase.
The train heading back to the city waited at the landing, its doors open to the sprinkling of passengers still riding at this time of night. When Dizzy waved to us from one of the cars, we veered in his direction.
Shouts of "Ha-ru-hi! Ha-ru-hi!" grew louder as we approached. At the sliding doors, I could barely hear Dizzy thanking me for delivering his cum dump. I peeked inside the car. The thirty Booster Alumni who'd commandeered their own private rolling rec room whooped and hollered, waving dildos, vibrators, ropes, belts, whips, paddles, riding crops, and various other devices.
Holy shit.
I handed Dizzy the leash and rested my hand on Haruhi's shoulder. "I'm entrusting you with the keys to my brand new McLaren. Promise me you'll take good care of her." I reached around, unfastened the sash of her robe, and pulled it off of her body.
Dizzy's jaw dropped as he took in his idol's spectacular nudity. When he grasped Haruhi's breasts and squeezed them, she giggled and wiggled her hips. He turned to me. "You have my word. We'll take excellent care of her."
The whistle sounded, signaling the train's imminent departure. Koizumi and I dashed a few cars down the line and hopped in as the doors closed. The train pulled out of the station on its way to making an under-bay trek to the city.
Using Fencer 2.9's remote function, I hacked into Dizzy's phone. It allowed me to hear his party's activities and see what all the other guys filmed. I decided not to monitor things. Instead, I created a digital fence around the car and messed up everyone's storage. The only memories they'd take home with them would be stored inside their heads.
In addition, I locked all the entrances, sealing the train from outside access until it reached the end of the line, giving the guys roughly ninety minutes of uninterrupted playtime.
As I folded the colorful yukata in my lap, I imagined hearing muffled screams of joy and moans of sexual bliss. I was tempted to check in on her five or six times but managed to keep my phone in my pocket.
"Don't do it," Koizumi helpfully reminded me each time I reached. "She's a big girl. Everything's going to be okay."
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The car doors opened at the end of the line, and North High's Booster Alumni members exited the train, whooping and high-fiving.
"It's been a memorable evening," Koizumi said. "Good luck." We bumped fists, and he took off as well.
I stepped into the party car. Only one partier remained. Haruhi hung suspended from the silver rod spanning the cabin from door to door. Dizzy and the boys left her dangling frog-tied above the floor like a sexy nude version of Supergirl in flight, swaying in the wind.
Four cords ran from Haruhi's body to a silver ring tethered to the overhead bar. With her ankles tied to her thighs and her knees spread wide, her body formed a horizontal "Y." Augmenting the two leg cords, a third cord wrapped around her torso reinforced the loops binding her arms behind her back. The fourth cord put her hair into a ponytail, pulled her head back, and forced her to look forward, amplifying the superhero vibe. A mixture of drool and semen seeped around her gag.
I grasped the leash dangling from her collar and spun her in circles. "Looks like fun."
She clenched her eyes shut and mewed like a cat.
Supergirl reeked of the cum that oozed from her orifices, matted her hair, and stained her body; and her skin glowed red from countless swats and beatings; though the whip marks streaking her bum, thighs, and breasts already seemed poised to fade. Despite her condition, a smile curled the ends of her lips. Her belly expanded and contracted peacefully as she breathed through her nose.
She chirped when I cupped her crimson breasts and teased them. I wiped my hands clean on the soles of her feet, then grabbed one of the few unsoiled parts of her body, her big toe, and wiggled it. "Are you ready to call it a day?"
She did her best to nod and say, "Uh-huh."
I lowered her to the ground, pulled out the ballgag, and removed the ropes, cuffs, and collar. After standing her upright on wobbly legs, I pulled the brand new yakata over her nudity. Leaning into me, she stumbled out the door. I held her around the waist.
I considered asking her if she had a good time but decided not to ask a question to which I didn't want the answer. Instead, I asked, "Can I make my McLaren off-limits for a while?"
She took my arm, found her balance, and we walked for a spell before she kissed me on the cheek. "Don't worry, Kyon. I'm never doing anything like that ever again, and I mean it this time."
The hue of her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes told me another story. As we shuffled toward the exit, I checked my phone for the meeting place and time of the local Cum Dumps Anonymous.