“Chuck isn’t anything like you,” she said. “What do you mean?” he said “Ohhh, it doesn’t matter. All that does matter right now is that ...ou’re here with me. This is all sort of umm romantic. I can’t believe I’m naked in bed with another man and he is not my husband. Frederick, this is incredible to me. You are incredible as far as I’m concerned. Frederick,” she went on to say. “I kind of think that I love you. Does that make any sense at all?” They looked at each other for a moment and as they. . I could wash your hair for you."I agreed and sat up for her to shampoo and rinse my hair. As her fingers ran through my hair, I felt her warm boobs against my shoulder several times which sent a tingling feeling to my groin. The smell of her purfume was intoxicating and I felt strangly aroused but relaxed at the same time. My hair was now washed and toweled dry and I thought, although a little weird, this was nice and took me back to my c***dhood."Right, mister!" she suddenly said "stand up. I concentrated on her and had her feel an itching sensation just below her breasts and as she scratched I planted another thoughtand she started to rub one of her tits. One of the guys was noticing her actions and slid his hand up her skirt. I sensed her start to panic and quickly planted a calmness into her mind and she relaxed letting this guy do as he willed. I watched intently as this total stranger finger fucked some girl on the bus ride home.Once at home I was greeted by my mother and. You can easily forgetabout the magic of those seemingly random pauses ofunplanned joy in your life. When you get to that point,you’re in big trouble. Burned out. Suicidal. Depressed. That’s how cops die or slide into a bottle. That’swhere I was until one of those chance intersections oflives pulled me out; one of those pitches life throwsat you that you can decide to turn away from, or allowit to change you forever.A loss of that perspective, a loss of my ability toremember.