He said don’t worry, don’t take the stress, be calm.He then took me to his bathroom and asked me to piss. He unzips me, took my limp dick out and ...as holding it till I finished pissing. He then cleaned my dick with some sanitizer and said I am sure your dick is gonna make me happy once it’s awake. These things helped me cool myself down and my dick started getting some of its glory back. We then started smooching, my first kiss to a guy, it felt weird in the beginning and then it really felt. The little vixen will get on my shoulder and almost yell into my ear to start typing, listen to her and start writing the story she wants to get out.Her latest method of communication is to appear as I drive to a customer. My mind is focused on curing some strange problem discovered or imagined by the customer and my cute little flitter will fly in front of my eyes (To get my attention of course.). She'll land on my shoulder to discuss the story I have in progress or a new idea that needs to be. He found the book that held the spell and then it pointed to another spell to increase the longevity of the spell and its location, he saw that he only had to visualise the area in his mind and that would set the boundaries of the spell.He felt his arm being touched and opened his eyes; a police officer was standing over him with another man watching. "Mr. Beaker? Are you alright or is there a problem?" The officer asked.Chris smiled, "I'm fine officer, just a by-product of the drug that Dr.. Fully dressed I flopped on the sofa and didn't wake until the next morning.Bright sun and a clear blue sky greeted me as I headed for work the following day. Just like the desert during the monsoon season. Flooding rain one day, sunshine and humid the next. Since I'd spent the night on my sofa I was running late having to shower and change clothes. I looked at the speedometer and saw I was doing fifteen over the limit. Obviously that's why the left door mirror was winking blue at me. The police.