In that universe of ours we called it magic and we channeled similar energies to fight each other. Our war reached a climax and it became clear to us ...hat no one would survive and so the Coven, a circle of female wizards or if you prefer the term witches searched for a way to escape the imminent doom. We found a way to cross the normally impenetrable veil that separates these Universes and we came here to this your Universe about 5 Million years ago. It took us a very long time to get adjusted. Now, if we say fuck it and walk out, you no longer have insurance and your concert is canceled. Now, if you were some big star they might worry about the crowd going off on them, but you ain't. You are just a wanna be at this point. So, if we have a situation we can't control, like an uncooperative client, we walk. We walk Soda Pop, and you are finished in the business period. Your thug friends are not body guards, they are fucking window dressing and you know it. So like I said, there will be. Semi-dressed, I went into the living room, and got on my computer. I tried to remember my login and password for the internet sex strangers site. After some thinking, and mainly trying to find the old e-mail, I got my password. I logged on and browsed through the women’s listings. Many of them had pictures. I figured I would try something new. I get lots of college girls, nympho types. But what about sex starved older women? I narrowed the search to just older women in the area. I browsed. " I'm sure I don't have anything that he hasn't seen before, although I would be pretty embarrassed. My robe takes up half my overnight bag, so it was the robe or my dryer, and I love my dryer", Jen said."Geez", Kim said, "You were in there an AWfully l-o-n- g time, you could have saved US some hot water, or were you too busy to think about us."With that Jennifer turned a bright red as she blushed a guilty look."Oh my God", Megan said. "You did it again in the shower didn't you, you old horn.