The shop bell rang and up there sprangA robed and wizened little man,Who greeted Mike with warmth by nameAs if he were of greater fame.Confused indeed...our hero wasAnd not surprisingly becauseHe'd never seen this man beforeHe'd walked in through that heavy door.The old man smiled a knowing smileAnd to explain he took a while;He called himself a wizard oldWho in this shop great magic soldTo those who needed it the most,And as a knowing, caring hostHe saw in Mike there was true needOf something. His mouth worked but no words cameout. With numb fingers he unbuttoned the top of his expensive shirt.Then he stopped, unable to make himself go further. As if confronting aminor problem his aunt said, "Oh my." Then, to him, she offered, "Wouldit help you if I put you over my lap and gave you a good hard spanking? It would be me taking down your pants, if that would make this easier." He shook his head dumbly and then had the presence of mind to say, "No,Ma'am. I'll do it myself." She. Bill and I just popped in to retrieve our drinks.”, I said, as nonchalantly as I could manage. “I see you two are getting acquainted.”On that last word, I looked, leered actually, at Jess, a wicked smile on my face. She returned my look with the biggest, naughtiest smile I’d seen from her in a while.I guess this is going to be a fun night!Bill and I grabbed our drinks, looked back and smiled at both girls, then headed out the door. Along the way, I grabbed the asparagus, as that will need to be. Carla. June. Cramps in my stomach... when did I eat last? I tried to get up — the stall door fell open and I fell, twisted, turned, tried to stand — the sink rushing at me.Quiet. A light? Blackness. Noise, bustle. Sirens? Whispers, hands grabbing me, the... what? Nothing. Silence. Peace.Dreams - CharlieI drank. That's who I was, what I did. Oh, not all the time. I was good at faking it. Vodka when I had to.June, that beautiful lass. Hair of gold, eyes the translucent blue glow of an alpine.