“Don’t worry. I’d better go though if I’m going to catch my bus,” I checked my watch.“You’re taking the bus?” Gerald spoke for the fir...t time. “I planned on it,” I said, unsure of where this was going.“I’ll give you a lift. I go right by The Tap House,” He nodded to Daniel casually. “Oh I couldn’t ask you to do that,” I said, not wanting to seem to eager. My heart was racing. I hoped Daniel couldn’t hear it.“Don’t be silly,” Daniel piped up. “I’d feel better about Gerald driving you than you. After a few minutes of relaxation all three of us got dressed and left the church stopping at a fast food restaurant to replenish our fluids. They buried Uncle Frank that day along with a lot of moms memories of their sexual encounters. But if someone was to ask mother, the best memory of Uncle Frank was at his funeral getting fucked by her two closest lovers. Eating sandwiches in a restaurant after the funeral, I asked mom and aunt B a lot of questions about pregnancy since I was planning on. I picked myself up, went home, rubbed one out, and slept away the rest of the long weekend.Next week at work, Bam! Wendy.Fucked up, huh? Turning every man's dream into my nightmare. Giving me the ability to have any woman, but not letting me control it.Shit happens.The hard-science-fiction types and dungeonmasters are at this point probably salivating for the technical details of my, um, affliction. So I'll open it up for a little Q&A.When does Dick take control, and how? Is it the same every. I talked to Pete about it and we decided if I fealt horny I would wear stockings to work. I did this for a little while before any thing happened. Then one late afternoon Jim my boss of 3 years who had never made a pass at me before asked me if I could work late. It just so happened that Pete had been away for nearly a week on business. I stayed behind with Jim and once everyone had gone he asked me to help him with some figures his office. As I stood beside him looking over his shoulder, he.