"No problem." I said smiling. She let me go and I walked out of the room. I felt a wet spot on my pants, and it wasn't from me.I wiped my hand on it a...d smelled it. It was musty, but smelled very intriguing.I had a girl friend Jennie that lived next store to me. She was just a friend, nothing more. When I got home she waved to me and I went to her house and I went inside. I usually spent some time with her. She was a tomboy."Jennie, smell this." I said. I wipe my hands on my pants and she. I breathed it in deep. It was the scent of pure lust and I loved it. Why didn't they bottle this stuff up and sell it? It is the most intoxicating scent imaginable. I was almost unable to think.Fuck, I needed to release and completely let go. "I need your climax, I need to feel your hot cunt exploding against mine," I urged in a demanding tone.Her moans turned into screams; loud, animalistic screams, as I slammed my body harder into hers, our breasts smashing together as my sounds cascaded. It may be abrupt but it's understood and not the least offensive. The Spirit being "Paged," as I call it, just doesn't want contact at that time.It's considered polite to observe those constraints. You see, sometimes another Spirit can be present but unseen until they project their image and say, "Hello" or rather, "I hear you."There are shadows all over the place as I already said. You're aware that others are there but most of the time you leave others alone. Some Spirits just want that, to. I went back down to the cocktail lounge. Mike was still there. He was just finishing a call on his cellphone when I sat down. "There you go," he said, "I'm all checked in at home. I'm all yours for the evening." All mine, so what can I do to you," I asked?"Anything your little heart desires," he said. "I'm all yours." I'd better have another drink and think about that offer," I said. I knew I needed to stall long enough to get the condoms from Joe. We continued talking, flirting more and more.