Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving ...artner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They. Looking down. Peeking out from the crack beneath her round half-circle of a cheerio. Puzzled, she opened the door. Before her loomed a seven-foot wall of cheerios. They covered the doorway completely as the entire hallway had been filled with them. And they were moving. They were alive and crawling over each other like a mass of legless insects, filling the air with the heavy smell of whole grain oats. Lindsay ran and jumped back onto her bed. She huddled and clutched the pillow over her head,. Alone in my tent I would lie awake and dip into my fantasies for company, only there did I find what I had been searching for all of my adult life, only there was my master. He was tall and his build total perfection. His lashes were long and looked spun of silk which framed his azure blue eyes, eyes so deep a woman could get lost in them for eternity. His hands were large and so very strong yet they wer as gentle as a spring breeze when they caressed my face, my brests, my bldy. How I craved. But it would be fun trying.’ ‘Do you really want to do it?’ ‘I’ve never thought of myself as a ‘swinger’,’ Sally said. ‘But the way I feel right now, I’m game to try most anything. And your description of Ernest and his prowess has got me all hot-n-bothered. Besides, you just admitted again, ‘you want to fuck Frank.’ Those were your very words.’ ‘Ya, but that was before I met Ernie. And I told you, I promised him I wouldn’t see another man.’ ‘You won’t see him! The bedroom’ll be totally dark..