"I am scared Tyrome, I have never seen or felt a jump like this, you know the old human saying power corrupts absolute power corrupts absolutely. I gu...ss I am afraid that it will happen to you," the tears started then, an almost unending stream. "My god Tyrome I just found you, we are perfect together, I know that I still have a few issues, but they are minor compared to this. Please Tyrome, you are all that is left of my father, you have been trying to find me for so long. Please don't go. Well, not exactly. It's more like thought transference. You know, like reading another's thoughts and hearing them in your brain or being able to send your thoughts to another so they can hear you.OK, non-believer. I know I don't have a brain. I know mine was nicely spattered around my living room. Well at least some of it was.But Spirits do have a center of thought. It's hard to explain so let's just say that Spirits have a brain too. It makes it a little easier to understand if you accept. She'd been sure this was the row—13-D—but where was her car? She shifted her bags to her left hand where the black leather glove would keep the handles from biting into her and looked back over her shoulder through her blonde hair. Perhaps she'd walked past it? But there was no red Peugeot. She stopped. The yellowish green fluorescent lights bothered her eyes. The floor was damp—wet in places with puddles of black water—and the peeling concrete walls were crumbling in places. This underground. I wouldn't know that to be true" is all I could manage."It's ok, Joe, I'm not being entirely fair as I didn't tell you about my study. Now if you'll kindly take off the towel and allow me to see if I'm correct."I hesitated and looked up at him as he was still standing there like an Adonis. And egotistical Black Adonis with his cock and balls proudly on display. Feeling my cock getting harder while he stared down at me wasn't helping."After all," he says, "I've shown you mine, let's see yours..