I discovered that I had a talent for seeing right through people. Especially those people who remorselessly use others before discarding them. The des...royers of lives, families, institutions and countries. Psychologists call such people by the terms psychopath or sociopath. I call them parasites because that’s what they are. They are everywhere. They high jacked many movements and organizations originally designed to help humanity. The civil rights movement has been high jacked by certain black. I was sitting on the toilet with my trousersaround my ankles pleasuring myself.I had my cock in my hand was happily wanking myself, oblivious toeverything else in the world. I hadn't really noticed that there weresome small holes in the wooden wall of the cubical, where I could bewatched by someone using the cubical next door. Neither had I noticedsomeone else entering the cubical next door.No I just continued to wank myself to the point of cumming. But I wassecretly being watched by the. That was something I really wanted to avoid, if possible. So, instead of sleeping, I was soon on my way to the store that used to belong to Linnea’s aunt with a letter from Elise.The new herbalist wasn’t too happy that I woke her up, but after reading Elise’s letter she was quite willing to help. Luckily the shop was well-stocked and I was able to find everything I needed. I also agreed with the shopkeeper that she would create a new batch the following week and get it delivered to Elise’s. “Did you like my outfit?”“No! Love the outfit! Love the lady wearing it even more!” She was wearing a deep green sweater with enough “vee” to show a little cleavage. The sweater was made of material that was just thick enough that her nipples didn’t show very much. It was tight enough that her flat stomach was clearly defined through the material after being poked out by her breasts. The gray skirt below was short and tight, though not as short as she had worn when she borrowed Patty’s dress.