“We get Mike Miller in here, that’s how.”I felt like an idiot, but I had been cut out of so much the last few months, and there were so many peo...le working at the place. “Okay, so who’s Mike Miller?”“He runs the White House Military Office. If he can’t do it, he’ll know who can.”“Well, stop talking to me and call him. Bring him on in when you find him. Thank you.” I hung up and started making some notes about what I wanted to say tonight. I didn’t want to talk for a long time, and it wasn’t the. Janice was eighteen, and the fact that semen was running down the insides of her thighs wouldn't put anybody in jail at all. Not unless she said it was put there non-consensually. Tyrone Washington, wideout for the Ocelots, and the donor of this particular semen, turned quickly and wove his way between other players, abandoning Janice. She was still catching her breath, standing on shaky knees, and didn't notice. The cops were not on the way. At least Bob hoped not. Finally, while there might. He was in his 60s with greying hair and a kind smile.“Well, Richie just loves seeing me totally satisfied. He always said it'll never happen but it would be his ultimate sexual fantasy. Mine too!”“What would?” The Therapist asked.“To um…………………well……………..Last week, as a new experience we went to a swingers bar. I was unaware Richie had something arranged. He said it was a classy place.”“What did you wear?” Said a female voice. “Well I wore a new purple dress that Richie and bought. I missed him terribly and was very lonely and distraught. Nights were especially stressful, particularly during the bombings. Sometimes I would wake up at night and reach for Phillip, and he wasn't there, only cold sheets and an empty pillow. Occasionally, I would have sexual dreams about Phillip, making love with him inside me, something we did regularly and enjoyed very much. That was all missing now, and my cravings were going unsatisfied. When I could no longer stand it, I would jill.