“You need a little of that sparkle.” She pressed a business card in my hand.She clicked out in her impressively high heels and I peeked at the car....“Dr. Penelope Lange, Psy. D”I put the card in my pocket, sure I wouldn’t be giving her a call.Yeah, I was having problems but a therapist? No.Two giggling girls stumbled in, holding Starbucks. “Um, like, where’s your Neruda? Barnes & Noble is sold out.”Instead of throwing myself off the nearest tall building, I heaved in a breath and pasted on a. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box ... I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one. Susan then stood up right in front of Angie and stripped naked while doing a sensuous pole dance revealing her fit muscular body to excite her new young lover. Then someone in the group yelled “free show” which meant the couple being called out was suppose to get on a large circular ottoman placed in the center of the living room. Apparently, the group wanted to get a view of this dykeish marine eat this young beautiful ladies pussy. Susan and Angie obliged, and got on the ottoman. Angie took. “Forgive our boy Jhabo; his just been released from prison and feeling a bit on edge. See he gets a little excited and rough with girls, so he had a little 2-year time out for his **** conviction in Polsmoor prison…” the man on her left commented as he got back in the car and closed the car door. Anna’s mouth drooled wet slippery slime all over the throbbing black horse cock in her stretched-out mouth as spit ran down the glistened cock and hairy sweaty ball sack; forming a wet stain on the.