And Carl Jung's mythology has Led him to try and play dress up.Nurse Ratched scowls with hatredAt the chaos that's bestowed.The Prisoner's now in hidi...g inA "Bossom Buddies" episode.I spin with queasy drunkennessAs I confess lewd acts.I shout outside my window, "We're AllFictionmaniacs!" William Shakespeare wore a corset.Charles Dickens a ballgown.Dostoyevsky a ballerina:A dancing, bearded clown.Lipstick on Mister Hemmingway.Nabokov a teen temptress.Mark Twain in a prairie bonnet.Poe a girl,. I wasn’t at all interested in his life with Brita; I knew about that. There was no negative reason I wanted the research. He was an accomplished businessman in logistics and trans-oceanic container shipping, and I wanted a read on just how accomplished.I liked Nils and was always looking for executive talent. If he checked out I’d run the idea of trying to get him in the Worthington tent by Brita to see what she thought. I’d found Tom Power in a unique way down in the Caribbean, so maybe Nils. She was looking down, fascinated by his gentle technique and how it was affecting her, she grew more aroused and the deep tingling was building in her pants as he worked her breasts and budding nips with his fingers and mouth. She wanted him, her gently throbbing groin beginning to yearn and is if by telepathy he slid a hand down her warm tummy stroking the skin with his palm to the top of her shorts, he unpopped her button and slowly undid the zip. She shuffled her legs slightly apart and. "I'm going to blindfold you for a while." He said, while covering her eyes and tying a knot in the cloth.She couldn't see a thing. Taking her hand, he led her around to the edge of the sofa. She felt the cushion pressing against her shins."Lie down," he said in a monotone, providing no indication of what was to come. She felt another twinge of fear, but did as asked without comment.As she lay there waiting, she took stock of what had happened to her thus far, and was surprised to discover her.