You have things that turn you on. Right?" Yeah. Okay." Still unconvinced.Where do sexual fantasies come from? A lot of places I'm sure, and as far as ...'m concerned I don't care where the fuck they come from. They're just my fantasies.Tori thinks too much.But that's just my opinion.I have no idea why I get wet when I imagine some man or woman watching me do myself. All I know is that it feels GOOD when I think about it.And it feels better---waaaaay better---when someone watches me for real.Way. The neighbor who was around his mother's age, would knock before entering and usually left him alone for days at a time.Nothing eventful happened until the night that he had decided to try smoking cigarettes. These were different times, and he had no problem buying a pack from the corner shop without providing proof of age.He opened the window as he did not want to stink up the house and took his first tentative puff. It was awful! He coughed violently and wondered how could people like. Red-faced, John stated, “Quite the outfit. Anita, want to be a maid?” This time he managed to avoid Anita’s foot.Still chuckling, Malcolm said, “Jeanine is an excellent maid, if not quite a maiden. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to take care of any needs you two come up with.”“Yes, and of course you have full kitchen privileges, as well,” finished Caroline.Unfamiliar with the term, Anita stared blankly, but John remembered it from his fraternity days. “What? ... You mean? ... This I gotta. I mixed in a little bit of extra virgin olive oil and stirred it all up. I gave it a taste test and it was just right. I let the sauce slowly simmer when I placed the pot of boiling water for the spaghetti up front. As the water was boiling, my phone was ringing. It was my neighbor Devin, asking if he can come to my place for dinner. He lived next door to me. He's also a 32-year old recently divorced construction worker. He knew I was cooking in the kitchen by way of scent. Once the water was.