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On note cards, I wrote down three more questions. I knew there was a possibility that Dallas may have done the same research, so I chose questions that were so obscure; I was sure she would never have committed those details to memory. I slept in the next morning, and then I called the hotel and got them to put me through to Dallas’ room. “I’ll be in the hotel bar at eleven.” When I slid the first note card across the table to Dallas, she chuckled again, “I love tests” The card read, “Where was Neil Austin when JFK was assassinated?” She wrote her answer and immediately slid it back across the table to me. Her answer was “In his fourth grade class at Nashville Elementary.” I slid the second card across the table. The question read, “What was his fourth grade teacher’s name?” She didn’t hesitate in writing down, “Mrs. Forbes”. Finally, I slid the third card across the table to her, “How many siblings did Neil Austin’s mother have?” Again, Dallas didn’t hesitate. “She was the youngest of thirteen children.” Now it was time to throw her movie a curve ball—a question that couldn’t be obtained by researching Neil Austin on the internet. Neil’s major in college was the same as mine; Psychology. If she was telling the truth, she should be able to answer a simple question on that topic, so I ask her, “How would you explain Freud’s ‘Id’ to a novice?” Dallas tilted her head back and laughed out loud. When she composed herself, she looked teens me straight in the eyes and said, “That’s a good one, even if not very difficult. I’m impressed.” I tilted my head in challenge, “Then answer the question.” She raised her eyebrows, grinned, and began, “Freud believed every person has three internal influences, the ‘Id’, the ‘ego’, and the ‘super ego’. The ‘ego’ is the individual themselves—the one in the middle. The ‘super ego’ is the ‘internalized parent’. The ‘Id’ is the baby within us--the infant. An infant wants what they want, when they want it. They have no sense of right and wrong. With the ‘Id’ sitting on one shoulder, constantly whispering in one ear, ‘I want that’ or ‘I want to do this’, and the ‘super ego’ sitting on the other shoulder and whispering into the other ear, ‘no, that is bad’ and ‘no you can’t do that’ and ‘you’ll go to hell if you do that’, it’s up to the ‘ego’ sitting in the middle to satisfy them both enough to maintain a proper balance. Freud believed that mental health was determined by the ‘ego’s’ ability to keep both of them happy while never letting either one of them have too much influence.” Wow! I was blown away, and I was convinced that Dallas Nash was for real. I asked her, “Do you have GPS?” When she said she did, I wrote my address on another card and gave it to her, “I’ll expect you at two p.m.” During the short drive home, I naked had to keep mentally pinching myself. I couldn’t group believe what was happening, and I wasn’t at all sure how I should feel about it. I was way out of my element. I didn’t know what to expect when Dallas entered my home, but I surely didn’t foresee her beginning to strip off her clothes even before the door closed behind her. When she saw me staring and the look on my face, she defended, “What? You’re a nudist and I’m a nudist. You do host nudist friends over here, don’t you?” She was right, of course, but she wasn’t a friend. She was almost a total gangbang stranger. And then she doubled down, “I know you drink Jack and Coke. I’ll take one too. I’ll be waiting in the hot tub.” “Aren’t you adorable!” Silvia crooned. She bit the side of my neck softly, enough to send a shiver down my spine. “You just seem so shy and quiet,” she replied. Marcy slips off the table and grabs her clothes. Then I noticed naked it. Her orgasm unleashed itself within her body, causing her eyes to fly open and her breath to become irregular, her chest flushing, and every breath tinged with a whining voice. Ronja said. “However, humans are a bit different. Ashley rested her head against her arms, which draped lazily over the railing of the suite's balcony. Next I gangbang carefully slipped my tongue teens in between her lips, causing her eyes to open in surprise, and then wickedly thrashed my tongue all over hers, exploring the inside of her mouth. They stayed together like that for a time. Wendy gasped in realization. So adorable. The teacher now softly weeps movie in a group cold fear paralyzed hysteria. Turning forward a little more she read the entry "Happy Fucking Birthday" and recalled her 31st birthday... Told him I’d get better.