Hank blinked his way out of Aika's dream world, as fantasy fought for dominance over walls and furniture. Desperate to remain with her forever, he wondered what sort of Reality could possibly be so demanding. He scanned the room the way Rio might, searching for hidden danger.

He didn't see any bad guys. He did, however, see Anna. She was leaning against a wall in the hallway just beyond Aika's wide open door.

"How long have you been there?" he asked.

Anna stared right through him, looking pissed beyond compare, and hiding a seething libido.

"Long enough to know you want me to want you in the way I want you to be." She glanced lustfully at Aika. "You sure know how to wind up little girls, don't you?"

Hearing Aika's twisted logic come from the woman the adored made Hank realize Aika was right. He would be anyone for Anna—right here and right now. He defended his behavior as he stood and faced his accuser.

"Well, if you've been watching for as long as you say, then you know it's your friends who are winding me up. And they've been doing so for days."

Hank strode up to Anna to gauge her sexual temperment, speaking from a breath away. "Anna-chan, we both know Aika isn't a girl. She's older than either one of us, and I think she has you wound up as well."

Anna harrumphed. "She warned me you were a steaming pile of dirty thoughts."

"The better to eat you with," Hank said, calling Anna's bluff.

He feigned an assault on her perfect flesh. Aroused, she gasped as he sparked her fire. Fantasies of her own flushed her cheeks and cleavage.

"You want me," Hank said knowingly, smiling sweet for her.

The plaything on the bed spoke. "The world is a terrible place when you're all alone. You really have to go." She sat up to gain the attention of the sparring lovebirds. "Now!" she said with force, aiming the word at Hank.

Carolus scampered off, seeking safety in the closet. Hank blinked dolefully at Anna, waiting to be told what to do.

Anna sighed dismissively. "Go," she said, flipping her hand at him. She purposely avoided looking into his gorgeous eyes. "Aika and I have business other than you to address. So go on! Usero! Get out of here!"

Hank merely blinked, not moving.

"What?" Anna asked, going back to being pissed.

"Uh… You're kind of my ride."

"Iie!" Anna groaned, storming off.

Hank turned to face Aika. Still under her influence, he rushed her, diving onto the bed. Peeping with surprise, she fell flat on her back as he straddled her body, possessing her like a toy. He wrapped an arm around her head to bring her lips toward his.

They kissed until they had to breathe. "What do you think of my dreams now?" he asked her sage and honey eyes.

It was Aika's turn to swoon. Her unbuttoned shirt lay open, allowing her floppy knockers to experience Hank's soft shirt. She went so limp in his embrace that he could have folded her up like laundry.

He kissed her again to force words from her mouth. "I will dream for you until you return," she said. "Then you will dream for me."

Hank hopped off the bed before his pants exploded. He bowed to Aika as best he could under the circumstances. "Sensai, I look forward to it." Casting an impish eye at the lttle sex doll, he leaned on her bed with both hands. "Thank you for the lesson," he said.

With cat-like quickness, she launched herself, kissing him on the nose. "You're a real good guy," she said, on all fours before him. "Anyone would be honored to be training you."

He focused on her bobbling breasts, cupping one in a hand to make it jiggle. "Your boobs are so darn cute," he said, giggling a bit while playing.

She held his paw in her little hand, squishing her breast to her chest. "Remember the feel of my flesh," she said. "It will be all you have."

Hank laughed at her pretzel logic. He straightened up and composed himself, in case Anna caught them again at their antics.

"Aika-sensai, sayonara," he said, bowing low. "Knowing you is a pleasure."

He trotted off to find Anna. They practically ran into each other, as Anna had just come round the corner from the living room. Standing so close all of a sudden to one another, neither could speak nor move. She then pressed the keys to the car from the PEP Center in his hand. He looked down to see what she'd given him, but all he saw was her beauty. When he looked up again, she grabbed his head with both hands, rising up on her toes to ram her tongue down his throat.

She spoke kindly while holding his face, as he held her firm by the hips. "Go. Get out of here. I have work to do."

So little blood made its way up Hank's neck that he felt sure he was going to faint. It took strength to keep from collapsing like a rag doll in Anna's arms.

"I'm driving myself home?" he asked.

"You're an official PEP Genius. If you need to borrow a car, I'm authorized to lend you one."

"You are?"

"Don't get in a wreck or muss up the seats. I still have my name on that thing."

"Oh. Okay."

After a polite huff, Anna stuck her tongue down Hank's throat again. He made her eyes bulge by squeezing her butt, pressing his rock hard monstrous manhood against her so-soft tummy.

"Good God," she said as her face flushed anew. "How do you walk with that… ahm, thing between your legs?"

Hank smiled. "I'll show you someday."

She pushed him away, thumping his chest to make sure they didn't fall into another embrace. As she straightened her clothes and the lay of hair, her chest glowed pink beneath her teardrop pendant.

"Woo hoo," she gasped, exhaling steam. "I don't think sometimes you realize what you do to a woman."

"I'm pretty sure you don't know what you do to me, either."

Anna scrunched up her nose. "You smell like Aika," she said, half teasing.

Hank reclaimed Anna's butt with both hands, to hold her still while he rubbed his face on the hot spots of her skin. He reveled in her fresh jasmine scent, as his green scent went up her nose.

"There," he said when finished. "Now I smell like you."

Slightly out of control, she bit him on the neck. Hard.

"Ow," he said, not flinching.

"Get away from me," she said while still pressing her pelvis to his. "Or I will eat you up."

This time Hank pushed their bodies apart, heading for the front door. Teek was curled up on the sofa, reading from a cookbook that was almost as big as she.

"So you're leaving?" she asked, knowing full well what had happened.

Hank hurried with the task of exchanging his guest slippers for his boots. "Yes! And I had a great time!"

He shot a glance at her while tying his laces. She closed her book and sat up straight, the tips of her naked toes barely touching the floor. With her cookbook in her lap, she politely watched.

"Thank you very much for dinner," Hank said.

"It was lunch."

He smiled. "Whatever."

Teek also smiled. "You gonna kiss me for it?" she asked.

Hank stopped in his tracks. He shot a glance down the hall, to see if Anna was in sight. "Huh?" he uttered while doing so.

"I saw you kissing Anna, and if you haven't smooched Aika yet, you'd better get in there and do it."

"Ah… okay."

Teek sat up as tall as she could. She adjusted the blue string tie on her peasant blouse, and made sure the pleats of her slacks lay perfect. She then spoke down to her knees.

"So… um, could I please have a kiss, too?"

Like Sue Marie had done to him the night before, Hank flew at Teek in a single bound. He lifted her off the sofa, and then off her feet, sending her cookbook to the floor. Teek squealed as Hank spun her around.

"Yes! You can have a kiss!" He smacked her thin lips with his pale ones. "And another!" he said, smacking again.

Teek squealed anew. "Another!" she cried out through her smile and teeth and tongue. Hank obliged. "Another!" she cried again.

Hank and Teek kissed long and hard. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to Anna, who stood watching them in the hallway. With a thud of all three bodies, he stuck tiny Teek into Anna's strong arms.

"Here," he said to Anna. "Sugar Teeks is now yours."

"Oof," Anna said, taking Teek from Hank before placing her on the floor. Like a love-crazed Pekingese puppy, Teek hopped up and down in place, looking back and forth between Hank and Anna. The big black curls in her hair bounced upon her head.

"Another, please!" she said. "And another!"

Hank pressed down on Teek's shoulders to get her to hold still, before rising on his tiptoes to crane towards Anna's face and silently request a kiss. Anna obliged, grabbing his neck with a hand to pull his face to hers. Teek now found herself squeezed between Anna's mighty rack pressing into the back of her head, and Hank's big rod in her gut.

"Ah!" she squealed, quite loud. "And another!"

Hank kissed Teek on her bouncing curls after he and Anna were done. Over Anna's shoulder, Hank noticed Aika approaching. He felt an urge to leave before she scolded him again. He scooped up his new hoodie and made his exit.

"Goodbye!" he said to the girls.

"Goodbye," Anna said glumly.

"I had a great time!"

"Me too!" Teek cried out. Once the door had closed, she spun around to look up at Anna. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" she said while bouncing up and down like crazy. "He's so so so so cute!"

Anna rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh."

"Can he visit again?"

Anna huffed. "We'll see. Can you not pee yourself if he does?"

Teek did all she could to keep from jumping into Anna's arms. "Oh yes, Consultant Anna-san! I can! And I will make the best lunch!"

Anna turned to get away from Teek and her over enthusiastic behavior. She only took one step, however, to find Aika standing behind her, staring quietly. A huge flush swept over Anna, brightening her pink spots further.

"You like him," Aika said in her soft little voice.

"Shimatta!" Anna sniffled, looking over the top of the cosplayer's head. "Stop being so smart."