” ‘For it is surely a border, if I ever saw one,’The drones showed where the power and phone lines were down on the ground, as if cut in mid-spa..., then there was the rail spur line just ending. It was somewhat eerie. ‘What the hell am I thinking? It’s all eerie as hell. I would have to say my games of chess with grandfather had not prepared me for this ... or had they?’I had once caught grandfather cheating. He had distracted me, then moved a piece out of turn. I was angry as I had never. . it was bold, brave, and flattering, too. It certainly raises your profile in a very positive way, even if I was a bit jolted by it at first. You’re all going to be in my harem ... but you get the benefit of it happening sooner rather than waiting for later,” I confided in Megan, making her blush and smile at the news.“So, I did right, then?” she fished for a compliment.“Of course, sweet cheeks! So, Megan Devlin ... you couldn’t get much more Irish than that, could you?” I teased her as she. I didn’t want to be the guy who complained about it because her kids were definitely more important but masturbating alone at home just wasn’t satisfying enough. I wanted that physical contact with someone. One night, after almost three weeks with no sex, I turned to “Old Faithful” – the Quest chatline, hoping to at least have phone sex with someone. I’d had moderate success with Quest previously – a few threesomes, a few fucks with strangers, and a few hot phone sex sessions with single women. As I entered the official chambers of the Thirteen, I slammed my open palm against their table, sounding like thunder. I had read about this trick from the novel Julian by Gore Vidal, which claimed it was a method used by an Etruscan priest named Mastara. Which was the name that I chose to use on this occasion, in fact. After all, they would hardly know me from never having met before.“Who are you and what do you wish from us?” the new Spice King, much thinner than the old one who once dealt.