“Got a boyfriend?” We had all settled in the living room and were waiting on Randy to come home from work. The question, asked by my always prying...Aunt, caught me off guard.“Huh?”“Got a boyfriend? I know you heard me.”“No, I don’t. No one special in my life Aunt Val.”“Sure, sure.”I didn’t care that she didn’t believe me. I think the truth, that I fuck my Step Father on the very same couch she’s sitting on right now, would be a little much for her to handle. God, Randy and I have had sex. But I am not just about sex, I am about the entire human experience of desire. That is why I live in a mall, in a special chamber built deep inside, where the psychic energy of people--- mostly women--- seeing objects of their desire feeds me. Every day, thousands of women will come to this mall, to look over clothing and other objects, and to, however faintly, reflect on the lust inherent in them. Everything from the older woman shopping for an elegant expensive necklace that will subtly call. "Now forget about my penis. For now, luxuriate in yourself."I worked on her hands and arms. As I finished with them, I ran my oily hands along her arms to her shoulders, then down the sides of her breasts, along her hips, down along her crotch into the inside of her thighs, along her legs to her feet. After a few minutes of this stroke, I moved down to her feet. Soon, my standard massage was complete, however I was not finished yet. I advised her that if any time she wanted me to stop, to just. We got the tickets and everything. I was so excited to meet her. But just before the movie I reached the theater they both texted to say that couldn’t make it. As I was already at the theater and had the tickets I decided to kill some time watching this movie and went in any way.There were just a handful of people in the room.”Great”, I said to myself “This movie is gonna suck for sure”. We had booked one of the back rows and as it turned out no one sat behind me. The room went dark, previews.