Those two words played in my mind all night. I couldn’t sleep, wondering what was in that program. Naked hunks or even pirates. I hadn’t slept for more than an hour before taking the first train to Private Pleasures. I was raring to get going soon after they opened for business. I followed the steps that Steve had showed me. Pads on each breast and then lowered myself onto the pleasure stick, as I was now calling it. I reached for the mask and then wrapped it around my head, leaning over and pushing launch as I relaxed down onto the machine. I wrapped my hand around the lever. “And how was your trip here?” I was suddenly warm and relaxed, and tropical trees swayed in the breeze. A man behind a marble reception desk had asked me that question. A suitcase sat by my feet. “Sort of uneventful, but I’m anxious to get to my room.” He pulled out a key and then handed it to me. “Down this corridor and to your left. You’re booked in the sensory room at two p.m.
