Evening at the mansion

Once you've descended the stairs and entered the dining room you see your sixty-four year old, father-in-law, Thomas Smith. Mr. Smith is holding up a cut crystal glass for a pretty little brunette maid to fill. The maid flirts with the old man while filling the glass. You have a brain flash revealing to you the maid's name is Becky. Your father-in-law has helped Becky out with car payments and other expenses as well as regularly bringing her gifts. There where limits to what you and your wife's recruiting abilities could do, unlike with the ray-gun crosses your mind.

You think to yourself, the ray-gun, the secret I keep even from my perfect family. The ray-gun my own super power. You chuckle to yourself taking a seat as you think of yourself as master of the ray-gun. The thoughts filling you with a sense of power and pride.

Mr. S. rouses you from your reverie asking you a question pertaining to a deal being brokered at your mutual workplace.

Out of reflex you rattle off the costs, risks and potential rewards. You don't have to think about it much to lay out a strategic position for the company.

Your father-in-law nodding his head says "I don't know where the comparison originates, but I've found what they say at work to be true repeatedly. Mark you possess the drive and cunning of a Japanese feudal shogun."

You almost reply to your boss with,"you know, I did some kendo training in college", however you stop yourself. The Japanese theme the conversation has taken is making you think about Steffie. Along with these thoughts of Steffie, also come thoughts about the ray-gun. The thoughts fail to crystallize though, leaving you with an unsettling mix of feelings.

Through dinner the three of you make lite conversation. You tell Thomas about Jessica the maid's views on porn. You also tell your wife and her father a bit about Evelyn and Lauren.

Thomas Smith shakes his head. "They live at that dumpy apartment complex you used to live at all those years ago, I can't say I fully grasp your connection to that place. Do you actually still keep an apartment there?"

"Yes, as it happens I got a very good deal and bought the whole building yesterday." You inform Thomas.

"Even though I don't see the appeal for you, I can't question your business acumen." Your boss states. Then changing the subject he tries to pitch you on the idea of holding a county elite swingers party at your home.

Your glad about the change in conversation, talking about the apartment building had brought up weird conflicting memories again.

After dinner you and your father-in-law retire to the den for brandy and cigars. It isn't long before a maid comes in to announce a chauffeured car had arrived to collect Mr. Smith.

Fixing yourself a second drink you take it to the regal main floor living room.

A pretty young pink haired maid comes in and says. "Sir I usually vacuum the living room at this time, would you like me to hold off?"

You initiate conversation with the young maid. After a little joking the maid's sitting on your lap. You share your drink laughing good-naturedly when the high end scotch makes her shiver. You have a little fun tickling her through her thin uniform.

After the two of you have finished the drink you both get up. You let her go about her tasks as you head down to your study again.

In your locked study you stare down at the ray-gun in it's case for a good minute before picking it up. Lifting it reverently with both hands from the drawer. Looking down at the gun you think about how you acquired it, at a garage sale? It didn't sound like you, an extraordinarily affluent person bargain hunting at a garage sale? Peculiar.

You think about it, absently bouncing the gun from one hand to the other. Resting your left hand with the gun in it on your desk, you flip over a paper on your desk with the right. Again with your right hand you grab a pen, thinking of the people you transformed thus far.

Steffie

Ms. Brooks, Ms. Brooks you changed twice, you write a number two by her name.

Veronica

Trish

Tammy

Lexi

Evelyn who also went by the name Eve now.

Evelyn's mother Lauren who liked to be called Lauri

You finish writing the names still holding the gun in your left hand. Putting your precious ray-gun back in it's box you look at the list of names and wonder how it may have affected your life. You recognize the role these people play in your life still there is a sense of confusion.

After a good bit of contemplation your mind drifts back to what got you chuckling at dinner. The term: master of the ray-gun. Master of the ray-gun sounded like a corny nineteen-fifties pulp comic hero. You can't help it, you take the toy-gun from it's box once more. You get out of your chair and strike a couple poses with the gun, first with your arm cocked gun by your face, followed by a couple firing poses. Then putting it away securely you head up to your bedroom.

As you get in bed beside your wife, she rolls over to face you saying. "You must have felt industrious tonight, cooping yourself up in your study like that."

"I guess so." You reply to Lexi, still turning things over in your head. You add. "Can you wake me up a bit earlier tomorrow, maybe half past seven in your usual excellent manner?"

Your wife replies. "Of course, my hardworking man, still isn't there anything else you'd like tonight?"

At her words you feel your member rise and stiffen.

Lexi says. "Don't worry, I know you have a lot on your mind, I'll do all the work."

Lexi disappears under the covers. She coaxes you to full stature with her mouth occasionally rubbing you with her breasts. The covers roll back as Lexi rises up and mounts you. The most effort you exert the whole time is to reach up and squeeze her massive fun-bags.

Afterwards both of you nod off to contented slumber.