He haunts me still ... it was thevengeance of his spirit that has caused me all the sufferings of mylater life.I saw the years pass. I saw the proud, ...rrogant Julius Caesar. The onlything we ever really shared was a passion for power and a hatred ofPhilopator and his cronies. But he was a strong, good lover. He knewwhen to gently stroke a woman ... and he knew when to assume greateraggression and more menacingly powerful thrusts. He never spoke of it,but I saw in his eyes that he conquered all. It took a while, but things started to work faster on her computer. “Supper’s ready.” I heard Cathy said.When I sat down to eat, I was really surprised at what Cathy had made. It was a roasted chicken with mashed potatoes and cream corn. It tasted really good. For desert. Cathy served me a homemade cake. We were able to talk while we were eating and I found out more information on what Cathy likes to cook and eat. Then it was back to her computer. After I thought her computer was fixed,. Nevertheless, now, I have come online to write the second time I met that guy, VJ, about whom I wrote the first story. This may be vulgar to those who prefer sex like vanilla sex. Thanking each one of you who wrote to me after reading the first one, I am starting the second one. So, that night after he pressed my left boob and left, I was feeling ok that something fine turned out of my effort that evening. Few days passed. I would msg him sometimes but he wouldn’t respond. Wasn’t long that we. Her outer lips were thicker than she thought they’d be from the feel of them. Her inner lips were protruding raggedly, as if someone had tried to tuck them in, but hadn’t done a good job of it.She stood and put the mirror back. This was silly. She went to her suitcase and took out clothes. Putting them on, she wondered if he’d give her another massage tonight, after the concert.“What am I doing?” she thought. “I don’t think about this kind of thing! What’s happened to me?!”She ran a comb.