”“Well, let’s start with this encounter. Or do you need to start before then?”“Before. Long before. February of ‘89, according to my journ...l. I had a conversation with my friend Jorge, God rest his soul, about the exact thing. Let me read it to you. I used to turn to this guy for very serious help with problems, to the point where I called him ‘Lucy’ when he asked for 5¢ at the end of the conversation I’m going to read to you. He actually helped a lot more than some professionals.”“So you let,. I remember thinking it would be interesting to see how far he would go so I just laid there enjoying the massage and if I`m honest his cock resting on my bum crack as well. I was drifting away with the moment when I felt him shift backwards a little, his hands started to rove onto my bum occasionally and I just let him get away it. It was`nt too long before my bum was the centre of attention, fingers kneeding my cheeks and hands moving down to my upper thighs and back, he added some more oil. He had no reason to believe it wouldn’t be exceptional. His mom made a cake and put novelty ‘2’ and ‘6’ candles on it. When the cake was brought out, with the candles lit, and the traditional singing of ‘Happy Birthday,’ it seemed like every other birthday. And then he made the wish. ‘I wish that, under any and all circumstances, I had the ability to control, change, and manipulate people and things, or anything I wanted with my mind.’ It was a very specific wish, one that he had contemplated. " Why are you telling me?" I have to. It's consuming me. I did it six times on Friday. Twice in the bathroom at the office, and once at my desk after everyone else had gone. Then eight times on Saturday, and nine yesterday. Conrad, it's consuming me. It's becoming an obsession." Alright... but that doesn't answer my question." No, you don't understand. I'm telling you so I'll stop. I'm telling you so that you'll know what a freak I am and it'll break this terrible tension."Conrad shook his head.