. or maybe not. I don’t know how that would affect me. Probably very poorly.Upon reaching home, I dismounted and pushed my bike into the garage. I w...sn’t sure if I’d be able to ride it again — another thing to be mad at that fucker for. I love riding my little Yamaha. It gave me the freedom to move around; to go places with friends. Perhaps, if I had the Djinn change it to a different bike, it would be better.And, that’s another thing. The Djinn cannot magic away emotions. There is no fast fix. ..”Jennifer slept on the news and then asked me to take her home. We left the day after she met with Doctor Abrams. We called and let him know that Jennifer decided to go home to die, rather than spend her final months sick from the chemicals injected into her body. It was not my place to argue with her. She’d spent her entire life fighting the sickness that had her in its grip. Instead of arguments and counter arguments, it was my place to love her every second of every day until she left me,. You know, Linda's in Dallas, I just may have your wife for Christmas brunch. No problems here, be careful out there and I'll probably see you day after tomorrow."Sharon had stripped naked and I was looking at the back of her head as she sucked my cock to a quivering stiff point, then she laid back exposing her beautiful little pussy as I said, "Pat, I don't want you to worry, I will definitely have your wife to eat while you're gone. No thanks needed; with Linda out of town having Sharon will. OK. If he really gave her the love and support she needed she would not have relapsed. Or would she? Then he would have been saddled with a depressive fiancée who, as he had intimated, would not have been welcomed in the way she had by his family. Toss them. It was Richard she was going to marry. But then she had been worried about how they would take to her and it had been with love and happiness. And she loved Richard. Still. Deeply and forever but she could not let him get away with such an.