. PLEASE ... let me spend a little of my money on someone that isn't dying, and will benefit from what I can do for her. The doctors are all in agreem...nt. There are no miracle operations, or space age drugs for what's killing me, and I'm Ok with that. What I'm not Ok with is dying with a fortune in a bank, doing nobody any good, and it getting cut up and handed out to strangers after they bury me."Mr. Clarke. I'm an orphan. I've got, literally, no one to leave anything to. If I spend some money. The email stated that the author was a young woman in her mid-20s who was very interested in anything sexually adventurous, and was particularly interested in hypnosis and neural programming language. She asked if he was a killer or stalker and asked him to provide more information about how this might happen. He quickly responded that he was not a stalker or killer and asked to see her picture while providing one of himself, which he hoped would not drive her away too fast. She responded. Get back outside and don't embarrass me again." He looked at her firmly and she smiled through her tears, and nodded her head. She kissed him and was gone.He looked around the room and saw the stunned looks looking back at him. It was the young man that had gone in with him that finally spoke, "I think that I see why you didn't want us to do it ourselves." There were nods of agreement from all around the room. Fighting Hawk wasn't smiling when he said, "It shouldn't have been like that. We. Another slave to his own dick. She figured she might as well have a little fun with him. With an evil grin Evelyn squeezed a little harder and pumped a little faster. He was just moments away. Maybe if she hurried....... "UNGHHH, UNMPHH, AAAHHHHHH" Jake grunted as his cock suddenly erupted; sending sperm shooting up a good four or five inches into air. Jake's head fell back against the seat as he shut his eyes and tried to endure the agony of the ecstasy. His mother's now forgotten.