My friend K and his hypnoslave c have been on this adventure for more than a year now. Far from getting bored with it, they've simply built it into everyday life. In very clever ways.
They went to see Juno a couple nights ago. Now, as longtime visitors here know, K and c really like to play sexually in crowded theaters. The main limit on them is that c gets a little shy about behaving so outrageously in the middle of a crowd. No problem this time: The theater was empty. Not a seat was taken. Oddly, c says, she could hear a theater full of people, but she couldn't see any of them. So when the film began, it was just c and K and the film. They had a lovely time. (Apparently, so did a couple just a few seats away. c heard a belt buckle being undone. 'Do you want to see?' K asked her. 'No! What if she's sucking his cock?')
Anyway, they had such a carefree time in the empty theater that as they were walking out, c discovered that she was now wearing clamps on her nipples.
More everyday life: c drives half an hour each way to work. She commutes with Johnny Depp. He's not there all the time. Just when she turns on the music, there he is sitting beside her, big as life and smiling that spooky smile. Radio on? It's Capt. Jack Sparrow. CD? It's Sweeney Todd. He puts his hand on hers on the gear shift and sings to her. But Depp is a little unpredictable. Once he turned up as Willy Wonka. (I suspect that one was Megan's idea.)
Let's see. Then there are the wrestlers that keep showing up at her house. Me, I know nothing of wrestlers, but c does. She thinks they're pretty hot. They keep appearing at the door to come inside and fuck her. She lets them, although she reports one drawback: 'Wrestlers have muddy shoes.' I think it's this last detail that makes c just a little nervous. The scenes with the visiting wrestlers are so utterly vivid that she sometimes wonders if it's really one of the neighbors who keeps coming to visit, and just his face and body that she's remolding in her mind.
Knowing K, I would say that is extremely unlikely, but, hey miss c, did it occur to you that they might all be me?