My eyes went from item to item. I was looking at anything that looked as if it was the right size. I saw my shaving cream can with its rounded cap; it...looked like it may work, but still it wasn't anywhere as long as he was. I stared at the can, not wanting to stop playing with myself, instead wanting to will it off the counter and into the tub with me."FUCK, FUCK!" I yelled out, as I had to stop get up and step out of the tub to grab the can. All the time I was out of the tub I kept saying. Hated every moment of it. And yearned for each last second I got to see her – touch her. Each intimate physical and mental breath we had shared and explored and learned together. They had all stopped – abruptly. Abandoned for something…. better? I reached up to get Amanna down from her horse, and she opened her eyes again, seemingly amazed to see me there now. She quickly looked over at Lynn, then back at me. Then a questioning look came into her green eyes. It was as if I was looking back into. " For someone who doesn't like telepaths running around inside his head, he sure is quick to suggest it for someone else."That is a bit unethical," I said with a grin. "But I think I should have a look around as well, for my own self interest if nothing else." There's someone here to see you," Linda said. For just a second I wonder who she could mean and then it dawns on me. "Send her in," she said into the phone intercom. My mom walked through the second door of the conference room just s few. . It is easy to see where his political leanings are ONLY 4 TICKETS LEFT!I have four extra tickets for the Robbie Knievel (son of Evil Knievel) event at Cardinal's Stadium next weekend in Glendale AZ, if anybody wants them.Robbie is going to try to jump over 1,000 Obama supporters with a Caterpillar D-9 bulldozer.Should be a good time!For those who understand, no explanation is needed.For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.This one is compliments of drippSierra Club.