"Use me like the fucking slut I am, John!" I screamed at the top of mylungs. "Fill me up with your sweet cum!"The fact that his best fiend, now a hot ...ead head, was screaming suchfilthy things put him over the top. He came , and that's what put me overthe top. I came so hard that it felt like it went on for days. I shookuncontrollably, and screamed some pretty nasty stuff about John's cock.John helped me out of the shower and into bed. I was still weak in theknees, and the slightest touch would. " Think of diabetes. A hundred years ago no one could influence the course of that disease. It was a death sentence. People would say, there's nothing we can do. It's God's will."I shrugged and continued. "But now it's treatable. What's changed? Has God's will changed, or has our own influence changed, which then changes our perspective of the world and what God's will is?" I see your point Eric. With the new powers, you have to decide what to hold yourself accountable for... What an awesome. Twenty years later the salesman visits a nearby town and lo and behold — he sees a faded banner for the same circus and the same “DON’T MISS THE AMAZING GOLDSTEIN!” message. The salesman can’t believe the old guy is still alive much less still doing his incredible act! Of course, he buys a ticket and sits impatiently through all the acts until again the center ring is illuminated. This time there are three COCONUTS on the table.Out comes Goldstein. The little old man takes forever to creep to. I was beginning to feel woozy. She scowled at Rita and carried me into the next room. She laid me down in the tank and kissed my forehead."Relax, my hero," she said. Then the lid closed and I was out.I awoke to look into Lisa's deep blue eyes as she bent to kiss me. I was in heaven and my angel was here to greet me."How do you feel, my Hero?" she whispered."Great!" I said. I lifted my right hand and swiveled the wrist. No pain, no swelling. I gingerly touched my nose. Straight. No pain. "I.