Hmmm. OK. I’ll give you an earnest cheque for $100,000 and request that you offer $900,000. Can you do that?”“Certainly, but the trustee may not...accept.”“Of course, but he or she may be happy with the money.” I took out my chequebook, wrote a cheque for $100,000 and handed it to him.“And how will you arrange the mortgage?”“No mortgage. I will pay cash. I’ll give you a personal cheque but if the trustee wishes, I will arrange for bank certification. I’m staying at the Harbour Marriott. And here. Pelvis to pelvis and skin to skin. Her canal walls had gripped my penis tightly like the cotton strips on a mummy. I could feel every inch of her insides, every muscle contraction, every mind-numbing orgasm. She had squinched her eyes tighter and her mouth was almost grimacing. It was pain and pleasure and I let her have that. I couldn't fuck her. I couldn't make love to her. I couldn't move. I felt that if I stroked at all, I would rip her stem to stern. This is what Sting calls Tantric sex.. There are a lot of very sexy ladies that work in there, and I've gotten to know some of them very well. Very well indeed. But, one of the most momentous events I ever had in the Minit Mart occurred a couple of weeks ago when I dropped by there late one evening.Lana was the clerk on duty and she had the entire store to herself. I walked in late at night to get some coffee and I got some cream to go along with it. But, not the kind of cream you're probably thinking. I got some fresh "mommy cream". Eventually Angela's voice mail picks up — it's just as well that I'm not in any sort of jam!"Hi, Angela, it's Jenny," I say. "Just a quick call to say I got here safe and sound. I'm at ... er... (I look down and realise that I can't give Angela the number because there is no number on the phone) ... at IWB. I am just checking in. 'Bye."I hand the receiver back to the woman. As she takes it, I can see she is obviously very amused by my reference to "checking in", as though I was at some grand.