Getting invited to a Gamma Alpha Eta fraternity party was one of the most talked about, most bragged about, most lied about topic in the dorms. Anyone who said they had been invited but decided not to go were either considered liars or idiots, usually both. While the Eta's were notorious for never getting beyond a slight buzz, the guests didn't have any of the restrictions of how much they could drink, eat, or for that matter, have sex, which surprisingly didn't seem to cause that big of a problem when it did occur.
So an invitation to a Gamma Alpha Eta party was a highly sought honor. They had seven different beers on tap at each of their three fully stocked real marble countertop bars. They had hot tubs, steam rooms, an indoor pool, six billiards tables, a mud wrestling ring, lots of good looking women... in other words, except for the heavy alcohol presence, it was just like home.
But none of these things were the reason for Joey's and my excitement for going. Everything we had learned from Fred told us that we would definitely be under the scrutiny of at least one telepath if not more.
Fred could only access part of the memory of his first party. While my dad hadn't been able take the time in piecing the missing parts back together, he had pulled out a few fragments, and after figuring out what those mere instances had implied, we were now depending on the assumptions we had made from them to be typical for a initiate's first Eta party experience.
For sure, this would be the point where we would have to keep our cloak personalities in control at all times. Not once had Joey or I detected someone scanning us since arriving on campus, but if we were ever going to be scanned, it would be at that party.
In fact, Joey and I both expected that we would be altered after we were scanned if the telepath accepted us as worthy initiates. We weren't sure of what all they would do, but we knew that during the party, Fred suddenly had the overwhelming impulse to have his right ear pierced, just like all the initiates who would later become Eta's had.
As the four of us walked into the Gamma Alpha Eta house through the front door for the first time, we seemed to have the same hope that it not being the last. While we had come just a tad early, nobody seemed to mind, and a few of the Eta's who had noticed us at the information session actually congratulated us for our persistence and welcomed us to their home.
Joey and I simply sat back and let our cover-selves do all the talking and driving, but we weren't taking it easy by any means. Since we expected the telepath to be a woman, we kept close tabs on every female who even glanced at us, and we found there was a lot of that going on because of our age.
Because of the party, there were no workouts scheduled that day. The party was officially stated to end at midnight, but everyone knew that it generally ran until dawn.
Greg had actually taken my comments about his tight jeans to heart. Before leaving for the party, he went to change his jeans. What I hadn't suspected was that instead of putting a larger pair on, he actually found some that were even tighter than the ones he had on first. I broke out laughing when he came out. They were so tight you could see where his underwear started and stopped, and I couldn't resist pointing out his "panty lines" to the rest of the guys.
Oh, but Greg fixed that problem really easy, and that was probably the reason that, to his and our chagrin, he was the first to be asked to dance. And by a hot looking Latino girl at that. I wondered if she knew he didn't have any underwear on. And after getting a better look at her a little bit later, I wondered if he knew that she didn't either.
The red head who I danced with was one of those girls who was either talking a mile a minute or stood there chewing her gum with an absent minded look. Okay, so she didn't do either while she danced, and she was a pretty good dancer. I especially liked the way her tits bounced in synchrony with her bobbing head in the faster dances. As I always say, there's nothing like a red head with a nice pair of freely bouncing tits.
Grrrrrooowwll. I especially love 'em when they're full of her baby's milk. Excuse me. Time for this father to sample a certain red head's milk through my baby daughter's taste buds. Yummy, Yummy, for your Timmy.. Heh.
Where was I... Oh, the red head at the party.. I guess I must have been too young for her, since while I had been getting us some drinks, she had found someone else to blabber on to and was bouncing her tits and head for him when I got back. That was a pity, too. I mean, if there is one thing I really liked about girls who chewed gum all the time, it's the way they can french kiss. Not only do they always taste fruity or minty fresh, their tongue can be quite a challenge when you're tongue wresting.
The dance floor was getting pretty crowded by the time I had drained both glasses while looking for someone else to dance with, so my cover-self decided to move on and explore some of the other rooms open for the party.
I checked out the billiard room, then wandered by the pool and hot tubs. While none of them were very crowded, my cover-self didn't care to try them out yet, and so we (as in me and my cover-self) went to check out the room I probably had the most interest in anyway. The moment I saw the two Eta's trying to stay on their feet in the mud rink, I knew I had found my true calling.
"You know, it might help if you guys stop trying to stand up in it right away. If you stay on your knees and use your toes to help you maneuver, you'll start getting the feel of how to get traction while still being able wrestle."
"What the fuck do you know about mud wrestling, tiny?" one of the mud covered muscle men said right before losing his balance and causing both of them to land on their ass in the mud.
"More than the pair of you two know, that's for sure. No, don't go over to the edges to stand up. If you're gonna stand up, do it in the middle where the floor doesn't slope up. Shit. Don't you know anything?"
"Why don't you come in here and show us how to do it then, wise ass?" the other one said, actually keeping his balance as he stepped forward towards me.
"Thought you never ask," I said, setting my bag down and pulling out my mud- shorts to show them. "Where can I change?"
"Right over there," the first one said pointing to a door after knocking the other guy off his feet with a humorous grin.
As I passed through the door, I heard the other guy take out his revenge, and I knew by the time I got out there, they would be covered with the stuff from head to toe.
I lost no time changing into my biker/mud-wrestling shorts, and once all my other clothes were wrapped around my bottle of grain alcohol inside my bag, I stuffed it all into one of the cubby holes and padded barefooted back out to the rink.
To my dismay, the two guys were already getting out. But when I saw their replacements, I let out a "Yeehaa!" and dived right in besides the two busty blondes.
"Howdy, girls," I said after wiping the mud from my eyes. "The names slippery Tim. How abouts we have a little wrestling match."
"My my.." The larger of the two said in a teasing tone. "The Eta's must be getting awfully desperate to let someone as stupid and small as this in."
"All right, little man," the other one said in a more threatening tone. "I hope you like the taste of mud, cause you're gonna be tasting a lot of it."
"Oops!" I said, flicking the mud from my hands onto their clean chests. "I think I got you a little dirty."
They just looked at each other, then in a flash of movement, I suddenly found myself face down in the mud while hands grasped my limbs in attempts to pin me.
But just like I had introduced myself as, I slipped out of the grasp and returned the favor by slipping between the smaller one's legs, immediately forcing them further and further apart. I got out of the way just in time for her to fall forward, but I was disappointed to find she had managed to catch herself with her hands.
I was just about to check what the other one was doing when I found out the hard way. She managed to get a good hold of my right arm before throwing her weight towards knocking me off my knees. But instead of fighting it, I went with one of her shoves, and after a roll in the mud, I managed to pull her all the way down with the satisfaction of knowing she had tasted the mud herself.
"Lindsey!" she spouted to the smaller woman. "Looks like we have a little snake in the mud."
"Do you know what we do to snakes when we catch 'em?" Lindsey growled, slowly circling me to trap me between the two of them.
"What?" I said grinning before diving for the far side of the ring.
Apparently they had been expecting that, for the next thing I knew, I was grabbed from behind and flipped onto my back, the worse position to get in while wrestling in slippery mud.
"First, we immobilize them," the larger one said as she pinned my upper arms down from above me, making me unable to do anything but flop my lower arms up and down uselessly.
Just as I started to find a grip with my toes, Lindsey inserted her body between my legs, making my legs spread apart to where I lost any chance of getting some leverage.
"Then we test their soft underbelly for weaknesses," Lindsey continued before running her long finger nails up my belly and chest.
"Hey Tim!" Joey called from the side of the rink. "You need any help in there?"
"Nah! I can still wiggle out of this," I said, not sure of my words.
"Ah, ah, ahhhh!" Lindsey said, waving her finger back and forth in front of my face. "Not before we finish. Where were we Janice?"
"You were about to tell him what you do to his head," Janice said, smiling evilly at me.
"My head?" I said, frowning. I was trying to imagine what, apart from making me eat mud, what they could do to my head.
"Everyone knows the way to take care of a snake in the mud is to grab it by its head," Lindsey said as she felt around my shorts and clasped her thumb and index finger around my dick's crown.
"And snap its neck!" they both cried as I started to panic.
"INCOMING!!!" Joey screamed as he tackled Lindsey and shoved her face down into the mud.
"Why you little.." Janice sputtered as I finally managed to pull my legs out from under Joey's and Lindsey's struggling thighs.
Even though Janice saw my legs followed by my torso rising into the air towards her, she couldn't get a good enough grip in the mud to get away before my legs rapped themselves around her neck.
"You know what?" I gasped to Joey as he finally got Lindsey onto her back and started working towards pinning her arms down.
"What?" Joey gasped out, somehow avoiding Lindsey's mud covered hand from entering his mouth.
"Maybe I am a snake," I said while Janice lost her grip on my upper arms and I reached up and grabbed hers.
With a deep growl, I rolled myself into a sitting position, pulling Janice forward, flipping her onto her back with my legs still around her neck.
I quickly dived forward and pinned her down with my crotch against her cushiony chest, then enjoyed the sensations of her struggles massaging my hardening dick as we waited for the now massive crowd to declare us our victory.
When the call was made, I rolled off and stood up with Joey, clasping our hands together and raising them into the air like the champions we were.
"Thanks for coming to the rescue, Joe," I said over the crowd's noisy cheers.
"Just returning the favor," Joey replied.
I caught sight of Janice rubbing her neck, and once Joey and I got our fill of being the hams for public attention that we were, I went over to her and asked, "Are you all right?"
"NO. I'm not, you fuck head," she spat.
But then she grinned a wiry smile and said, "My ego is bruised all to hell... but I'll live."
"Heh. For a second, you had me worried," I said, absentmindedly pulling my shorts up so my softened cock would slide back down.
"Well, if anything, I take back what I said about you."
"What, that I'm a snake? I kinda liked.."
"No," she said, letting her wrist rub across my crotch a few times. "About you being small and stupid."
"Huuhh, huuhuhuuhh," I said in a doofus way while noticing how her nipples were hardening like my cock was start to do.
Unfortunately, that made her laugh, and she was one of those people who give you a powerful slap on the back when she laughs.
"I guess she showed you," Joey said as I spit out a mouth full of watery mud.
"Next time I want to mud wrestle two women alone," I said, wiping the mud from my eyes again. "Just shove a handful of mud in my mouth so I'll remember why I don't want to, okay?"
"You can count on it," Joey said, meaning every word of it.
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"..and just leave the towels and stuff in the basket over there," Larry said, holding the door open for us with his massive dark skinned arm and pointing to the far corner of the shower room.
"Right. Thanks Larry," Joey said.
"Yeah, thanks a lot Larry," I echoed, wondering how much he got to sample the sexy black ass of the girl he had been with. Man, was I ever missing Melissa's gorgeous ass right then.
We set our stuff down on the counter and I got a good look at myself in the mirror.
"Shit. I look like a chubby little kid."
"Hey, unless you want to have me all over you in the shower, don't talk about how you look. I'm having a hard enough time as it is," Joey said, taking his cloth and walking over to the shower nozzles.
"What the.." Joey said before I heard the water come on.
"What's the matter?" I said, grabbing my own cloth and heading for the opposite end of the showers.
"You'll figure it out," he said mysteriously.
When I grabbed the stainless steel knob and pulled, it didn't budge. So I tried turning it, but the thing just spun freely without any significant resistance, and no water came out.
"How do you," I said, moving closer to the knob to get a better look at it. "What does it say? Oh.. Push," I said as I did so, being rewarded with a blast of cold water directly in my face.
By the time I finished sputtering and cussing the thing out, the water was at a decent temperature, so I rinsed myself down real good before slipping my shorts off and wringing them out a few times.
I was in the middle of soaping up when suddenly my cover-self stopped and straightened up. I was just noticing something was wrong when I heard a familiar voice call my name.
Without any hesitation, I found myself turning around and walking, catching a glimpse of Joey standing at attention with an absent look on his face.
Mike, the leader of the frat house, looked away from Joey towards me, then called over his shoulder, "You can come in now."
As I pulled to a halt in front of him, Janice and Lindsey walked in, still in their muddy clothes, but obviously had toweled themselves off good.
"Yeah. That's the one," Janice said, pointing to me. "And then that one..." she stopped, her gaze locked on Joey with a look of surprise.
"What? Do you know him?" Mike asked.
"No.. It's just that... Well, look at him. Who does he remind you of?"
"I don't... Huh. Yeah, he does look a little familiar. I can't place it though..."
She walked up to Joey and proceeded to comb his hair with her fingernails. After she accepted Mike's comb and finished the job, she stood back and said, "There. How's that?"
"Shit," he said looking at the little boy haircut she had combed Joey's wet hair into. It look strikingly like what Joey's hair had looked like back when we were in the third or fourth grade. "The nose and eyes are all wrong, but.. Yeah, I see what you mean. He looks like Doc's kid," Mike admitted.
"And he single handedly pinned Lindsey down while that one managed to reverse the hold I had on him and pinned me. So how about it? Are they in?"
"What's your names?" Mike asked us.
"Joe Thomas."
"Tim Brandon."
"I'm not sure, Janice, but I think I remember seeing these two's blood work results. I'm having Batemen look up their files now, but if I remember right, their hormone levels aren't right."
"Oh. So? They don't have to be given the treatment right away, do they?"
For the first time, I felt some heavy probing of my cover-self's mind, then realized it was Janice doing it.
"And if anything else," she continued as she probed, "Richardson could play with them. They've fool around with each other enough."
"Janice, you know what the Doc would say to that. And just look at them. Even if we took them now, who knows how long it would be before their chemistry settles down enough for them to be useful to us. We might be waiting another year before their hormones go within the acceptable range. We can only take twenty new members this semester, and there are almost forty guys with the right hormone levels trying to get in. And Batemen just found their files. They definitely are not even close to the right levels. They must both be having a late puberty."
"Oh well. Its not like I don't have enough toys to play with, right Lindsey?"
"Yes, Janice," Lindsey said sweetly. "Are we going to go back and play with the boys now?"
"In a minute," Janice said, walking up to me while commanding my dick to grow hard.
"You're not going to fuck him, are you?" Mike said, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms.
"No, I'm not going to fuck him," Janice spat back. "I'm just.. looking. He had some really good moves out there. And he is kind of cute, in a boyish way," she said while slowly masturbating me.
She kept probing into my cover-self's memories as she stood there jerking me off slowly and staring into my face. I was starting to breathe harder from my body's arousal, and I wasn't sure but I thought she was too a little.
"Would you mind if I borrowed Lindsey from you for a minute?" Mike said after a few minutes of remaining silent.
"Go ahead," Janice said, grinning to herself. "Just make sure you put her back the way you found her when you're done."
"I always do, don't I?" he said as Lindsey scurried over to him.
"All except that one time," she said, feeling my right ass cheek with her left hand.
"You'll never let me forget that, will you. How did I know she was your best friend? Hell, if I hadn't turned her into my suck hound, you and I would have never met."
"Mike," she said, frowning, letting me go and turning around. "I've been meaning to ask you..."
"What?" he said softly as Lindsey's head bobbed back and forth with his dick in her mouth.
"Well, before you took me to the Doc and I joined the group, how come you didn't make me into your plaything like I was going to do to you?"
"Come 'ere," he said, gently pushing Lindsey away from him and offering his arms out to Janice.
Janice hurried up to him, then they gave each other a big hug.
"I was going to, but after I broke through your defenses and took your will away, I found something in your mind that I recognized."
"What was that?" she said looking up at him with the eyes of a doe.
"The same thing I had been feeling for the three years since Doc taught me how to use my mind to control others."
"What? Come on Mike. Tell me, please?"
He must have told her telepathically, because the next sound I heard was their kissing. They kissed for several minutes before the noise of the party brought their attention back to the real world. And then it still took them a few minutes to stop giving each other little kisses as they obviously communicated through their thoughts and body motions.
"Here, baby," Janice said lovingly as Lindsey moved back over to take his cock in her mouth. "You let her do her thing, while I go do mine, then we'll let them go, okay?"
His response wasn't audible, but I concluded he agreed with her since she came back over to me and my still raging hard on.
"Oh.. I'm sorry, Tim. I forgot to turn that off. I guess I'll just have to finish what I started," she said, kneeling.
"Janice.. I have to tell you something," Mike said uncertainly.
"Wha?" Janice replied with her mouth full of my cock.
"Well, I didn't exactly.. Shit. You didn't used to like sucking cock like that before we met. I'm sorry."
She pulled her mouth off my dick and said, "That's okay. I already knew that. I figured it was the penalty of losing the battle. Besides, Doc took it out after you left me with her."
"She did? You mean all this time I've been worried..."
"Mmmh-hhmm," she said, not stopping her rapid tonguing of my dick's underside while it surged in her mouth.
"Shit," he said as he started humping Lindsey's mouth.
Through Janice's manipulation of my body's senses, it wasn't long before I felt my hot spunk surge into her mouth which she let overflow, then spat out the rest. My body's senses where overloaded a moment by the stimulus she was pumping into my nervous system, but when my surroundings came back into focus, I found Joey standing right next to me.
While Joey's breathing got louder, I heard Mike groan with pleasure as his humps became jerky, then stopped. I could see him out of the corner of my eye standing against the wall, watching Janice blow Joey's tool while Lindsey tenderly cleaned every trace of cum from his dick.
After Joey's shutters and shakes ended, he said, "Harrison was right about you."
"What did he say about me?" Janice asked surprised.
"That once you were around us that you would adapt and fit in. A year ago you would have slapped me for asking to borrow your best friend. Hell, a year ago, Lindsey still had a will of her own. Now she's just like the rest of them. Happy servants, willing and waiting to do what ever we ask. Doesn't that.. bother you?"
"Not really. I mean, since I met you and Doc, I've found a purpose in life, and people who are like me. I guess I don't see Lindsey the same way as I used to. I used to depend on her, but now.. Now I depend on you and the others. Which reminds me. With there being ten of us, why are we still being so careful about covering up our presence all the time?"
"I thought Doc told you.. Oh well. It's no secret. Before joining us, Richardson ran across one of Denise's play things and actually managed to take her, Doc, and Gina over before coming after Harrison. If Harrison hadn't been stronger than all four of them together, who knows what could have happened. That's why I got into so much trouble when you came after me. I was supposed to have scrambled Lindsey's memories, but forgot. If you had been able to beat me, and we managed to pick the others off one by one, I doubt even Harrison could stop all eight of us."
"Does it bother you that Doc made you get the treatment to punish you?" she asked hesitantly.
"Nah. I mean, sure it's inconvenient having to go to the milkers three times a day. But in a way, I feel like I'm really an Gamma Alpha Eta now."
"Besides," he added as he had Lindsey stand up. "If I hadn't screwed up with Lindsey, we might have never met."
"Oh, I don't know about that," she said with a grin. "I was planning to borrow a couple of your boys right before I found Lindsey's one nighter with you. But I'm still glad of how things turned out.
"And speaking of scrambling memories.." she said, turning her attention to Joey.
"Want me to do the other one?" he offered.
She nodded, and a moment later I felt his mind attacking my cloak-personality's memories of what had gone on in the shower since they had entered.
I found myself walking back over to the shower, then after my right hand pushed for the water to turn back on, I carefully examined the self removing commands he had inserted into my cover-self's mind.
"You ready?" he asked.
Fascinated by how my cover-self's mind had instantly deleted his words from its memory, I almost didn't listen to her response.
"Not yet. I'm still getting the hang of it, you know. Shit. Mike? Not that I want to, but why isn't anyone worried that one of us would suddenly decide to take everyone else over after joining the group?"
"That's easy. We've all been programmed not to. Even Doc."
"Doc? Are you sure? I mean, Harrison trusts her even more than Denise, and she's his sister. And wasn't it Doc who asked him to marry her, not the other way around?"
"I'm sure, and yeah, Doc asked him. Are you done yet? We've already spent too much time with these two. We have a lot more of them to check out, you know."
"Then help me with this last bit. I can't.. Oh. Okay never mind. Its working," she said.
As the three of them were walking out, I heard Janice say, "I still hope they'll be able to get in next semester. I think Doc would get a kick out of the one that looks like her kid."
"Don't count on it. We don't recruit after their freshman year and I doubt..."
The rest of their words were lost to the background sounds of the party. My cover personality suddenly jerked into motion, and I found myself finishing my shower as if nothing had happened.
I waited for Joey to send something over the link about what they had said, but the link never surged as we got dressed and headed back out to the party. When I finally sent "What do you think?", his response came back a surprisingly "No."
We split up after that, Joey wanting to try his poker skills while my cover-self went to watch the wrestling again. I spent a good two hours cheering Janice and Lindsey on as they reclaimed their honor with five consecutive wins. I felt my cover-self strangely relaxed talking to Janice. It was if my cover-self somehow knew she had given me a blow job, or maybe it was just her warm looks towards me.
Janice and Lindsey called it quits when their sixth match was called a draw. I was sorry to see them go, but actually found the following matches more entertaining since the contestants were more evenly matched.
I was so involved in the matches that I never noticed when the share link dissolved. It wasn't until I wanted to tell Joey they were going to start having tag team matches that I realized he was gone.
After fretting for nearly twenty minutes as my cover-self kept watching the match, I finally took control and went to look for him.
I avoided the billiard room since that's were Mike was, but after searching every room but that one, I finally risked going into the wolf's den.
I nearly missed Joey all together, only noticing him sitting in the corner because the bottle he was drinking from reflected some light and caught my eye.
He wasn't alone, either. My jaw nearly hit the floor as I realized the large body underneath him was Alicia's, and that he was doing more than just french kissing her. His hands were fondling her breasts through her shirt while his crotch dug into hers in slow rhythmic motions, helped along by her hands squeezing his ass.
I glanced over at Mike to find his attention was on another initiate as they played a game of eight ball. He didn't seem to have noticed Joey's state, and I hoped it stayed that way.
As I approached them, I felt Joey's lust building up steadily just like right before he would lose control and force himself on me. And then to my horror, I felt it reach the breaking point again and watched in shock as Alicia's hands began frantically trying to push his pants down.
I was knocked out of my shock when I heard Alicia quietly moan, "Yes, master. Fuck me, master," and I immediately grabbed Joey's right shoulder and forced him to roll off of her.
His face became filled with anger, and as I carefully risked scanning the commands in Alicia's mind, I suddenly found Joey attacking mine.
My own anger surged a moment from what I had found in Alicia's mind and Joey's assault, surprisingly causing me to strike out at him with my fist instead of my mind. Joey's attack stopped a moment after my fist slammed into the side of his head, knocking him out cold while sending a flash of pain through my hand.
As I cursed and cradled my damaged hand, my attention was momentarily diverted by Alicia's desperate pleas for her master to fuck her. Out of panic, I put her out with a sleep command, then turned to check on Mike.
Thankfully, Mike was busy with other matters, and I sighed with relief when he left the room for some reason. My hand reminded me of its injury at that point, and so I sank down next to the other two and tried to figure out what to do next while babying my hand.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt something calling me. As I cleaned up the mess Joey had made of Alicia's mind, the call kept growing louder.
After programming Alicia to wake up after we left, using some of the commands I had picked up from Mike's programming of my cover-self's mind, I suddenly knew what the call was, and locked my eyes on the half drank bottle of Jack Daniel's still standing upright next to Alicia's unconscious form.
I don't know what came over me at that point. I found myself reaching out with a shaky hand and grabbing the bottle by its neck. I struggled against my desire to immediately escaping the problems of the real world. I simply needed.. no. Deserved a short break from reality, and I knew that the bottle in my hand was my ticket out.
I scrambled over to grab the cap, then after I put it on good and tight, I tucked the bottle in my bag next to the other one. I almost broke down to try some right then and there, but I held it off by telling myself I could go back to the dorm and lock myself in there for the night without anyone bothering me.
Almost as an afterthought, I commanded Joey that after he woke up to go home with Greg and sleep in Austin's bed for the night. I added a few commands to ensure he wouldn't give himself away or do anything else stupid like he already had that night and in the past, then left the two laying there, both looking as if they had had too much to drink.
As I carefully poured a good fourth of the grain alcohol into the half empty bottle of Jack Daniel's, I inserted safety commands into my own mind to prevent me from using my telepathy or leaving the room unless it was an emergency while I was wasted.
After stripping my clothes off and getting in my bunk, I laid there a whole five minutes taking swigs from the bottle before I considered I might get sick while I was drunk. After a few minutes of consideration, I slipped my clothes back on and went to borrow one of the spare barfing buckets Lenny stored in his room for Kirk.
Drowning my worries and fears as I slipped into a state of drunken bliss, I imagined all sorts of scenarios for the near future. I discovered the depression that had caused Joey to break the link and get drunk, finding the thought of us spending two whole semesters in hopes our blood chemistry would meet their requirements in time being too much to ask of us. He was torn between finding his sister to free her from the likes of Janice and "the Doc," and going back to whatever he has left of his own life, something he was finding he really needed to do.
Of course this was nothing in comparison to the things I found Joey had done the past two weeks behind my back. But one of the things I had programmed myself for was not to even think of Joey's betrayal and his purely criminal actions. But somehow in my depression there was that knowledge that I would have to deal with something horrible the next morning, and that it wasn't going to go away for a long time if ever.
My drunken mind was filled with all of Joey's problems, how they were weighing him down and pulling me down with him, finding that both of us already were feeling how trapped we truly were. I recalled my displeasure of realizing I had learned to find the odor and taste of Joey's asshole to be arousing, even erotic. In fact I had been denying the fact that I had grown to enjoy the sex Joey and I had been having the past month.
Joey's sexual perversions had become my own. From that realization I stopped thinking about Joey's problems and concentrated on the self pity I was quickly filling myself up with.
After the commands I had inserted into my mind stopped me from smashing the bottle and using it to end my life, I laid there for an unknown period of time, thinking how badly I wanted to die.
At some point I fell asleep, and I didn't stir until someone slammed a door the next afternoon. I woke to a splitting headache, a swollen fist, and a whole new set of problems and worries to deal with.