His mind drifted, and he imagined being alone with her on a secluded island beach. He threw the towels down next to the canvas lounge chairs, kicked...off his sandals, and stepped gingerly as the hot sand burned against the soles of his feet. The heat from the sand was almost too much to bear, but he knew he'd adapt in a moment. He really didn't notice the heat that much anyway... his focus was on HER. Damn, she looked good in that bikini. She was carrying the drinks they'd ordered at. I took him over almost twenty four hundred dollars worth of jerky and steak pieces. This is on top of the nine hundred I placed there initially. The counter guy told me they've been selling the jerky by the jar, for thirty bucks each. When I put out three boxes of the steak pieces, two guys came over and bought twenty five each. Some of these drivers are as big as Fat Frank, and they seemed to like smoked meat almost as much as he does too."I handed her my sales book for the day, so she could. You will have a wonderful day together and much pleasure, I know.’ As she spoke so she stood and advanced on me to give me a warm kiss on my mouth. ‘You must learn, Lise, that Kitty is not to be kissed on the mouth by anyone but me.’ Greta’s voice had a smile in it. Lise and I turned to face her. She was wearing cream linen trousers which were very, very tight, emphasising her long, well shaped legs. She had strappy sandals on her feet and a loose, white silk blouse that showed her nipples. If you are the sort of person that likes to know the features and limitations of his power, read on. If not, eh, skip to the story. Comments are welcome and can be addressed to the author via the CONTACT tab on his profile. —- Our nameless protagonist does not know how his power works other than it appears to be genetic and kicks in around puberty. He has had this power for a while now and through his investigations (aided by many who of course do not remember lending their expertise) he has.