I have a curiosity question for you; it’s been bugging me all day. In such a small community, why do the town elders allow the Spice Warehouse to e...ist? I mean in most small towns, places like this are frowned up.”The bartender piped up with a smile, “You best answer that, Sheriff.”“Sheriff?” Carl asked.“Yup, I’ve been the sheriff for a little over six years. How do I explain this? You know this is a rough town filled with a bunch of young guys.” We said yes. “Well,” he continued, “they. His touch ran a small electric shock up my arm and I tried to maintain control of my hormones. “What’s your name?” I asked, forcing myself to seem nonchalant.“My friends call me Gideon,” he said as his finger moved softly against my wrist, I could feel the purpose in every movement.“What do your enemies call you?” I asked with a playful giggle.“Some folks call me a son of a bitch, and others call me mother fucker,” he answered with a sly grin.It wasn’t his words necessarily that shocked me. I. It makes us all want a piece of that.’ He reached out to maul her other cheek. He had bigger hands, Janine thought as his fingers pierced into her butt flesh. She continued to writhe and struggle in their grasp, inadvertently grinding her body against Brad. Her skirt crept up with every move. ‘Hey Brad, it looks like she’s enjoying herself. She’s practically rubbing herself on you! What a slut!’ remarked the friend, constantly squeezing her ass and driving her against Brad. Janine was. " Do you feel anxious?" No. Not that I'm aware of," James said."We're out of time," the therapist said. "I'd like to suggest something, James. Next time you get the urge, don't give in to it and pay attention to how you feel. Specifically if you feel anxious." "Okay. See you next week."James thought about the therapy session as he drove home. He resolved to follow the therapist's instructions. See if it made him anxious.He took the mail in, dropped it on the table by the front door, went to the.