"This is a Magic sword!" he exclaimed. "How did you get it? Who did it belong to?" How do you know that?" I stammered in shock."I have a touch of the ...alent, but can't do very much. My grandmother, your great grandmother was a MacTavish, and a very talented witch, but the talent didn't seem to pass to her children and only a tiny bit of it showed up in her grandchildren. My brother and sisters don't have any, and mine is very limited, but many smiths have a touch of the talent. That's what. It was physical. She could feel the throbbing – slight, but certainly there. And she knew what it was, and how to ‘fix’ it. One hundred years ago, it was called ‘female hysteria’, and cures included genital massage with a hand, water, or elecro-mechanical pelvic massager all performed by a doctor. It all ended, of course, with a ‘hysterical paroxysm’ – the almighty orgasm. Cumming. She needed to cum. She smile at her reflection in the store window, thinking how great it would be for some. Both were gasping for breath as they reached his home."I'll go get Jane," Annette said.She got out of the car and went up to the door of the house. Walking in, she found Jane on her way out."Hello, dear. How have you been? We'll see you soon. Take care, now." Hello, Mrs. Long. Have fun." We will. You too."Annette closed the door as Jane went to the car, her hips swaying suggestively. She went into the family room and, not noticing anyone around, went to see about Johnny. She found him in his. The money was, of course, recouped from consumers. There was no ‘leakage’.Unauthorised supply resulted in swift apprehension and punishment. Severe punishment. Global consumption of these essentials had been reduced, but only for the poor. The minority rich used as much energy, drugs and food, if not more, as before. Cars were rare and little-used by the general populace because of the metals and energy required to produce them. It was worth almost a year of the average salary to buy a bottom.