Gamely Hazel sucked most of the love-juice down, but as she rose and smiled some fluid dripped delightfully from her full lips. I lent forward and lif...ed her on top of me and as I eased her up the bed I tasted myself as we were entwined in a deep kiss. I was hardening again within a minute."Thank-you Mrs Kellerman," I stated, my mock formality turning into a spontaneous heart-felt laugh."You're most welcome, Jay," was her giggled reply.I was temporarily lost in a glow of utter satisfaction;. THIS WAS NOT IT but it made me laugh so I thought what the hell. He was bold and had a confidence that made me curious. What the hell soon became my daily mantra until I agreed to meet him early one morning just to see if he could back up his bravado.We met in the parking lot of the Harley shop at 6:30, a safe yet private place that early in the morning. I pulled in and he was just getting off of his Harley. He was fully leathered as he walked toward the car. I will never forget the swagger and. An individual that does not know true social constructs, but only the raw and tangible world it lives in, thinking and behaving in a manner that is animalistic, and at times even immoral.The second mind, my new one recognized the limited ability of the old mind to process information and had vision competent of capturing opportunities. A mind that is capable of making a conscious choice to accept in complete self-surrender the terms of an utterly non-meretricious fabric that is life as it had. ”“Like whodunnits? I like those! There’s this series about this dog who was a hitman but then he became a detective who specializes in finding out who did the hitman thing on the victims. I like that one.”Phoebe blushed, “Detective Larry Barks? That’s one of mine actually, well my AI’s, I’m so glad to meet a fan.”“Wowee! You’re Darla Brooks? I read all your books when I need to unwind. Sure they’re not high-class literature, but sometimes I just want to unwind.”“Well, Darla Brooks is the name.