.." Carla, sit on the bed.....I need to talk with you."Carla sat on the bed. She looked at him with that same look she gave him yesterday. "Carla........how do you feel about me?"Carla turned red. Then she looked up at him and said; "I....I....don't know how to explain it. But I think you are the cutest boy I've ever seen." Carla......listen closely. The reason you're feeling this way is because of a spell."Carla looked at him in confusion. "Carla.....you didn't feel this way about me. It must be hundreds. I lay on my back and I stare wide-eyed trying to cleaver the darkness, trying to part the way until the dawn. I can’t sleep, mustn’t sleep. If I sleep she’ll call me. And I’m afraid to see her… can’t face her now… What could I say? How would I explain… I work my tongue across secretion-crusted lips acrid from smoke and beer. Does she know I’m smoking now? Does she know I’m drinking again? Is she watching? She stifles a nervous laugh but I don’t look… there will be no. You've held yourself back for way too long." Thanks, Susan. I'm getting used to it but it's all been pretty wonderful." So you've been telling me. In great detail."I said, "Melissa, you don't actually have to tell Susan everything, you know. I'd like to think we maybe have a few secrets." Oh we do," said Melissa. "I still haven't told her you started to... oh, never mind."Susan said, "Started to...?"Melissa looked down sheepishly and said, "Uh, you know. Use his tongue." Holy shit, Melissa," I. She calls up "The Prune Brothers" to bring some more prune juice for her constipation and her mad urge of the need to "take a shit." The Prune Bros. show up, two men in milk delivery uniforms, and deliver the juice. She thanks them for the juice but they don't let her have it. Frustrated, she begs for the juice. She's so desperate...and horny...she rips her shirt off revealing her breasts and gets on her knees unbuckling both mens' cocks. She sucks both while they pour prune juice in her mouth.