It upsets them, makes them anxious, and challenges the natural order." But Gorg just feels wrong somehow." No worse than anywhere else in this desert!...What we need to do is rejuvenate the city somehow. I know! Why don't we re-name it? What kind of a name is 'Gorg' anyway? Why don't we rename it John's Town? It is the place where baby John was born, after all."The birth of our son was a much more pleasant thought. Surprisingly, even just hearing of the city being given a different name, made me. I pulled down the menu, hit "Select All", and with only a moment of hesitation, hit backspace. Just like that, it disappeared. Gone, not to be resurrected. There would be no change of heart, rescuing it in the recycle bin. The Great Canadian Novel was no more.Which left the ongoing dilemma of what to do to occupy my time. Fortunately, a couple of days later, Charlotte provided a partial answer."Can I ask a favour, Nolan? Actually two favours. Western Canadian Homes wants to do an article on. I brought out the $4 and she smiled as she took it, handing me a cup, still openly ogling my balls.Just as I was about to leave she said, “Oh, one more thing…”“Yeah?”She smiled, stepped forward, and cupped my balls in her hand, gently giving them a squeeze, causing me to jump a little. She hugged me close letting me feel the soft curves of her very sexy body, and said, “By the way, all the girls at the party can grab any guy’s balls anytime they like, house rules…”“I… I see,” I stammered in. The lid lifted on a simmering pot, fills the house with it’s steamy perfume of savory herbs. Similar occurs, when her meaty labia part. Her pheromones escape, rush into my face. Fill my nostrils. Take my breath away. The exquisite perfume of an aroused woman inundates me.Many think our bodies shouldn’t have an odor, not be allowed any odors.Only the odors of flowers, spices, grasses, or oiled leathers. Perfume scentsWhat idiot taught us this? Deodorant and perfume makers, sellers? On TV?It’s a.