"Oh, yeah, you're gonna love this," Rich told him."Oh, yeah, you're gonna love this," Rich told him. Mitchell felt his body turn, against his will, to face Paul and Rich. Rich took Mitchell's penis in hand and pulled him forward into the stream of water from the shower. "Rich, stop it!" Gregg called from the changing room. "Fuck!" Paul swore under his breath. Mitchell felt the invisible strings that had been controlling him disappear. The tingling at the back of his head stopped, and he broke away from Rich. Looking at Gregg, he saw his lover with his eyes locked with Rich's. Invisible daggers flew between the two of them as Mitchell watched. "C'mon, Mitch. Get your stuff and let's get out of here," Gregg told him. Mitchell grabbed his shorts and towel and got out of there as fast as he could. He went with Gregg back to his own room where he dried off and got dressed. "Gregg, I don't understand it," Mitchell explained. "I couldn't move. It was like some invisible force was controlling my body. What happened?" "Don't worry about it," Gregg said. "But what if it happens again? How did they do that? Some kind of hypnosis? I--" "Mitch, don't worry about it," Gregg said, grabbing Mitchell's shoulder and looking deeply into his eyes. "It won't happen again." At these words, Mitchell decided he was making a big deal out of nothing. Gregg was probably right. It wouldn't happen again. It wasn't a big deal. He shouldn't worry about it... * * * "Damn, we were that close!" Rich growled, slamming his fist into the metal wall of the shower. |