Which is good, really. But I also thought it meant don’t inflict my nasty, sex-obsessed, masturbating self on them. Good girls don’t want that kin... of thing. Okay, yeah, I was stupid. But that’s really what I thought. Doctor J, Big D, and Fleabag came along about then.“Dudes!” Dipshit shouted to them. “You shoulda seen The Junior strike out, it was classic! Jill thinks he’s a fag, for sure.”Okay, we will keep it politically correct from now on, sorry about that. I looked to Mike, the good. Also realize that this story has plot and character development ... maybe not a huge amount, but enough that this is not a non-stop sex romp.As to why I wrote this story, while I sometimes enjoy stories that involve someone who gains the ability to rewrite the world around him or bring their fantasies to life, they've always seemed extraordinarily unreal. They rely on magic powers or supernaturally powerful "science". The aliens in these stories might as well arrive in genie lamps waving magic. "Another man laughed."Was it the Sorceress?" The young daughter of the farmer, who had beenpassing out small bits of bread to the men, asked."Could be, little lady. My cousin Loretta once saw her flying on thatbig cat of hers." I thought you said it was a dragon," another man commented."Did your cousin really see her?" the girl asked in wonder."Naww, I don't believe him. His cousin Loretta tends to stretch thetruth a bit." She might at that, but this time I trust her word. It was right. There she was, his target. Apparently she was an assistant to the head librarian. He sat down and watched her carefully, looking for any kinky clues about her that might aid him in his mission. Oh? What's this? He saw her disappear with another girl down an aisle. Was Miss Plain a lezzie? That would certainly be a bigger, juicier challenge for Master Tom. He'd whip her damn lesbian ass into shape. Nothing naughtier and hotter than a bible belt lesbo.He crept carefully, cat burglar style, to the.