THE SWING
Place
your feet up here.
Why not on your
shoulders?
That would defeat
the
purpose. The entire purpose of the design is to allow me more
degrees of freedom while providing you with optimal support.
Support? I'm
either going to wind up a pretzel, or the lead item on the news feeds
tonight!
I was under the
impression that you were a college gymnast.
That's
right. And college was many, many years ago. Why
don't you get in it since you're so keen on this?
Because I wish to
watch your face as I pleasure you.
Left foot first?
It doesn't matter.
Easy for you to
say; it's not so easy for us old guys.
Shall I call you
'grampa'?
I think the term
is 'daddy', and the answer is definitely "no." Like this?
Lie back and
raise your legs higher.
Are you sure this
is safe?
Quite.
I evaluated the mechanics myself.
Yeah, yeah, I
know. And you had your Master Engineering certificate by the
time you were twelve.
No.
That was computer intelligence.
Whatever.
Just tell me that the ceiling chains will hold.
The ceiling
chains will hold. Put your ankles through here and here.
Hey!
What's that?
Safety restraints.
I'm locked in?
You are secured
to prevent accidental falls.
I don't see the
damned difference!
I will release
the restraints any time you wish, or you can with this
control. Do you wish to get out?
Not while you're
touching me like that I don't.
That is the
damned difference. Now, relax and allow the swing to take you.
Oh--
Oh, that's nice. If you could do stuff like this at twelve, I
sure would've like to have known you at thirteen.
You would have
been disappointed.
I doubt
it. I'll take
you any way I can get you. And this is an awfully nice
way.
Do that again. No, not that--what you did with our minds.
Contrary to your
beliefs, there are limits to my abilities. I cannot control
this device and a meld concurrently.
My
beliefs? Who said I
thought you were perfect, you green blooded-- Oh,
yes,
that's nice. Don't move; don't stop.
Drop your head
back. Let your neck fall limp.
Wait!
I'm getting dizzy.
Stay down; I'll
take care of you.
Damn, that feels
good.
Let your head
drop.
Spock--
Oh…oh….OH! Oh, I almost forgot how good
that feels.
I had not.
Oh Jesus, what
are you doing?
Relax.
I can't! It's too
intense…too fast…. Hold me!
Doctor, the
proper use of a swing is to swing.
I don't
care! Hold me
please! Oh yeah…like that…that's
it…right
there…rub my nipples…Spock…OH SPOCK!
Are you okay?
I am uncommonly
well. And you?
Great.
Just great.
So you might
consider using this device again?
Oh, I suppose I
could be
talked into it--I mean if you really wanted. Just for you,
you
understand. Mmm--stay down here; I missed the kissing.
I shall endeavor
to recompense you. Am I too heavy?
Nope,
perfect. Wait,
move. Unlock me. I need to put my legs
down some; I'm
getting a cramp. Oh, better. Yes. Oh boy,
we made a
mess.
The weave is
fully washable.
I wasn't worried,
a little proud maybe. Damn, that feels so
good. It tingles when you touch my forehead.
You are
perspiring heavily.
That's all your
fault, you know.
It was not a
complaint. Perhaps a little pride. Open your mind to me.
I
love you.
I
know. Open more.
Goddamnit
Spock, why do you always have to go and ruin all the romance with
your…
Open
more.
Oh…