The pieces didn't fit exactly, nothing in archeology ever did, but it was fairly obvious they were from the same carving. All four women looked alike....Their faces were almost identical, same nose, same lips, same hair...same body shape? I pulled a magnifying glass out of my bag and began examining each in detail, going over each woman from head to toe. The woman on the left, walking toward the center with the long, black sword, was a little shorter than the other two and her hair, though cut. No, Most Patient Reader. It will simply be a collection of 5k - 20k word smutty stories that will each have a beginning, middle and end written by yours truly.Think of it as a psychic dumping ground of an over-active imagination that spends far too much time obsessing about everything sex related. Mind controlled sexiness doubly so, I do have a passion for such deliciously dark tales.For instance; should I be watching some trashy reality TV dating show and think how a nerdy production assistant. "Now that you mention it, she does look a little lesbian to me, too. I think she changed teams while away at college. Our hot Kathy has gone to the other side and is now competing with us for women." You two are morons. You're just trying to get me going. Whatever your lame game is, it won't work. Yes, I'm sure I'm not a lesbian. I would know if I were a lesbian," she said looking a bit nervous by my inquisitive stare. "Besides, what the Hell does a lesbian even look like anyway? You can't tell. "Conrad, really, go out, okay?" she said. "No," I said. And like the wimp I was I started to cry, silently but the tears were coming. They were tears of frustration or maybe loss. "Are you actually crying!" she said, without so much as a shred of empathy. "We're going to have to get a divorce," I said. "No rancor, no hate or any of that, just get it done and you can have your big cock; and I won't have to see you all dolled up for my adversary while I sit here watching a fucking basketball.