.. no harm, no foul." So no 'mind wiped sex slaves'?" I won't lie and say it doesn't happen. We are like any other population and we have our deviants... Most of them can find an outlet with normal folks who share their predilections, they use their ability there just like the rest of us, going outside of their league and getting a bit more than their fair share. Most of them, anyway. There are real assholes out there. They're the ones making mind wiped sex slaves. They're rare but they happen,. He was crafty, and would often distract me with serious contemplation, then promptly check me. ‘I just want to help people and belong to God. I mean… not that I don’t now. I just want that closeness, you know? To know that I will be helping people every day and that I’ll have a really special relationship with God. It’s really important to me.’ ‘Well, then,’ Father Flannery had sighed, running one sure and steady hand through his silvery hair. ‘I will do what ever I can to help you achieve this. “How about around 8 o’clock”. “Sounds great” I replies. “See you then”. We met at the bar and chose a booth in a dimly lit corner. After ordering our drinks we got down to the small talk. She told me that she had been divorced for quite a few years and that her children were all grown and living their own lives elsewhere. She lived alone with her two cats and really didn’t get around much. As we talked, I slowly moved my hand over to her arm and started to gently caress it. She didn’t. She didn’t want to be just a so-called “hottie with a body.”Fancy put on red lip gloss, making her lips look like just the right pout to them. She moisturized her exposed legs, making them shine in the light. Of course, she knew her protruding hips and her busty breasts are what made her body picturesque. She professed, she knew she was cute.When men looked, she took it as a tribute. But really she thought it was getting old. She wanted to be liked for who she was instead of fantasizing what.