It's like trivial pursuit, but with afancier. And the best part is who ever wins gets to make a wish." A wish? Like a genie? I didn't know Milton Brad...ey had that much power,"I joked."The store guy said it was magic. Don't look at me that way, Greg! TheOuija board I got there works." Magic?" I smiled. "Whatever you say, Sara. I look forward to the magic.Are you packed? Ready to go?" Yes, Mr. No Fun." She put the game back in the bag and brought it withher bag of clothes and toothbrush. She didn't own any other color, apparently. Iwandered over to the refrigerator, grabbed a pint of Chocolate Chunk icecream, and dug in. I tried calling Amy, but no joy.I spent the rest of that second day pretty much watching trash TV 'Ellen, Oprah, and a brief stint with Judge Judy. Again, I couldn't helpit. I tried desperately to get into ESPN, to get some thread of my oldlife back that I lost just two days ago, but no matter what I did Icouldn't get interested in all the meaningless. I started to get worked up and could feel my nipple harden in excitement. Just then the words my mother told me of how to satisfy a guy without actually doing it came fluttering into my mind. The feeling I got when Mike touched my breast, was that the same felling a guy gets when he is all hot and bothered? If so, then maybe that is what I needed. I began my very first masturbation experience.I really didn't know just how to do what I wanted, and felt more than a little pain when I started to. I followed the trail and found a scene that was clearly intended to let me know she had fucked someone there. The bed was a mess of rumpled sheets, lingerie, and a man’s boxers. A cruel display of her power and there was more. In her infinite harshness she had left a note next to a used condom:“We are out for dinner. It would be lovely if you could tidy up. I can’t be bothered right now. Love L.”I collapsed onto a chair, feeling the dull ache of self-pity and jealousy in my stomach. The joy of.