An attention to detail is cautionedas wishes may not be canceled, revoked, changed or modified in any wayonce the wish has been granted. Void where pr...hibited. " Any questions?" So," James asked, "if I don't word the wish for exactly what I want,it's my fault, is that it?" I can't add anything to the disclaimer. I will reread it if you want,but no interpretations. You may wish to consult an attorney."James figured it really was some joke by one of his friends. They setthis up using special. Slugging down one drink after the other, until alcoholic oblivion overcame him.The insistent ringing of the telephone awakened him finally at ten o'clock the following morning. He struggled to the desk and picked up the handset."Yeah... ?" he said thickly."Mr. Ballard... this is Karen. Mr. Pearson has been calling you. He insisted that you told him to call..." What... ? Oh, yeah... I did..." he mumbled. "Tell the operator... to put him through to my home phone... Okay... ?" All right, Mr.. So, I stood there like a statute, arms at my sides, hardly breathing, not saying a word, but thinking about ripping off his clothes. It had been so long since I’d had sex - way back in the distant past - and I wanted this young man to fuck me. He held my face in his hands and kissed me. Instinctively, I kissed him back and it went on for some time. His hands moved to my breasts, fondling them and pinching and pulling my nipples. I began to moan and knew I wouldn't hold out too long. I think. He walked over to the mantle and picked up the framed picture of me and the girls that was taken just last summer. "Your daughters are very beautiful; just like their mother," he said."The bathroom is this way," I said perplexed, pointing back down the hall.He looked up at me. "I want to have sex with you Sarah," he said with a straight face"What? How do you know my name?"He intertwined his fingers and reversed his hands with his palms towards me and flexed his muscles. "In fact I want to be.