” he joked. Amy smiled. “What are you doing here...and why were you working with those people.” Amy inquired. Normally she wouldn't, but it ju...t seemed really odd to her. “I gave up. That's why I'm down here. I got tired of being rational, of being normal. I figured if I'd done that earlier, perhaps I could've....” John trailed off. Amy looked at him confused, obviously something was bothering him, usually he was pretty forthcoming about his feelings. “It doesn't matter. Isn't that what. ”“Deciding if you wished to accept ordination without marrying first?”“Yes, but through prayer, not through debauchery!” he said with a smile.“It’s difficult to see you as a young man, wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt, and carrying a beat-up backpack.”“And yet, such photographs exist! And there is plenty of trouble young men can get into that does not involve young women!”“I find THAT hard to believe, too.”“And yet, I was a young man such as yourself thirty-five years ago, with all the same. But what difference did it make now?I let Adele work me to a frothing explosion of sexual pleasure and sighed as she milked and swallowed every last drop of my spunk. Did she do that for her husband? As that thought fluttered through my mind, Adele was dragging my hand back down between her legs. It was even wetter and hotter than before, and the noises told me just how aroused my boss had become.“Do you want me to pull your knickers down?” Adele gasped, bit her lip and nodded. I dragged them. So I setout on Saturday morning to buy some new suits, casual outfits, shirts andshoes. By the middle of the afternoon, I seem to have been to every shoparound and bought precisely nothing. The reason being that I found allthe clothes ranges so boring, there was nothing exciting at all and acertain sameness about everything I looked at. I was just leaving a largedepartmental store after finding nothing to my liking in the mensweardepartment and happened to walk through the ladies wear.