The voyeurism of all this plus the aromas of her clothing caused me to tent my pants.But then I reminded myself that I had a more pressing purpose.One...of the first things I discovered was that she had kept a ledger where she recorded all of her financial obligations. If she took a loan from anyone or bought anything on credit there was an entry for it in her ledger. How like an accountant to be so methodical. Then I found a file where there were copies of all loan documents and credit card. “Let’s get un-serious and give each other a physical exam!’ Replied Bethany. “You never find anything wrong with me anyway!’ “I’m sure Penelope could, you nut!’ The doctor countered. “That dream trick you do has her stumped. I hear she has a device to keep you in line though! Does it work?’ “You tell me!’ Smiled Bethany. The doctor gave her a quizzical look and continued: “Penelope doesn’t know you like I do. Your shaman grandmother is the explanation of your strange quirks, I’m guessing.’. '“I lick up the length of your shaft and swirl my tongue around your cock head as I fondle your balls.”“Oh God, don’t stop.”“My mouth slowly takes inch by inch your hard cock until I touch the base. Holding you, suck your shaft. Moving slowly up your shaft, my teeth gently graze the skin. I repeat this five more times, as I continue fondling your balls.”“Damn Trish keep going, I’m about to cum.”“Good night Stan, we will continue in the morning.”“Please no, Trish!”I hang up and thrust the dildo. Sometimes he wasn’t sure they were his thoughts; considering his borderline multiple personality disorder at the moment, it was reasonable that maybe they weren’t. But this was important. If he died, someone was going to be reading these, and knowledge of the curse could save someone’s life, or maybe fuel the evolution of a covenant, or ritual, or anything. If leaving behind a few words now and then could help others, or his future self, it was worth doing.When he got back to his apartment.