Except it wouldn't go away.I kept thinking back to 'The Experiment'.That was chocolate.That was sex.Boy was that sex - oh yes and it was hot.That's on... of the problems about chocolate - as if you need me to tell you - it gets hot, it melts - oh and it gets messy - very, very messy.What was that quote of Woody Allen's - 'if it ain't messy you ain't doin' it right.'Yeah or some such thing - whatever!Let me tell you about it.Sam had read about it somewhere, some stupid article in a women's. When she does breathe, her moans have become so vocal that anyone in a 5 mile area could hear her. And her grip on my nut sack feels like a vice squeezing a nut until it pops. She is supporting herself completely against me with just her arm wrapped around me, as her knees have become like Jell-O. Then she comes, and she comes violently. She screams so loud that if any cops were in the area would be thinking that I have killed her. And the way she’s acting I might just have, she has completely. Tom had a sudden flash of curiosity — Did this ring make the imprint on the sealing wax? — and decided to test his theory by pressing the ring to the wax. The instant the ring made contact with the seal, the humming sound grew even louder in his ears, and a tingle went up his spine and through his scalp. ‘OK, that was extremely strange….’ Tom muttered under his breath before noticing that his mother once again was sitting quietly, the same blank expression on her face as earlier. ‘Hellooooo,. Father also told me I look just like her, except I have his eyes. I know I have his eyes, they are the same bright, icy blue every day. I imagine my mother was beautiful, because in all reality, I know I am too. I’m not being vain, it is simply the truth. Father loved her more than life itself, and if it wasn’t for me, I don’t know what would have happened. Even though I have been with my father all of these years, I still long for a more intimate relationship, I feel lonely deep down inside.