Pierce allowed me anything I wanted. On my birthday, she let me take her mouth and even tied her own hands behind her back to prevent them from interf...ring with my control of her face. I wished I could do her like that more often but it was all the more enjoyable knowing the act was special. She even adopted a haughty expression, knowing it would please me even more to splash my spend all over it. As long as pain and debasement weren't involved, Mrs. Pierce was game, for that day, New Year's. A tear leaked out the corner of his eye.Magus asked, “How is your job working out?”“All day long there is a line of people ... crabby people ... renewing their vehicle registrations. After an hour, their faces just blur into blobs of frowning mean grotesque snarling hateful spiteful nasty...” Nestor said slowly fading out as he ran out of adjectives. He shuddered and then said, “The horror.”“I take it you don’t like your job,” Magus said.Nestor said, “The ad should have said that poets need not. ............................................................................................................................ ...............................................................................................................................................................................It was Friday morning. I got up early and was in the shower getting ready for work. I just finished my shower when Jim walked into the bathroom. I was standing there with the towel wrapped around me,. He is a supplier for my company and whilst we don’t actually do any business right now we meet up for lunch occasionally. Why am I dressed as I am? Well I am sure you can all guess. I am hoping I will inspire him to forego lunch and take me somewhere where we can relive the passion we once enjoyed together. He suggested meeting here and I have taken this as a sign that maybe he is thinking about more than lunch as well. As I have said, he is around forty, ten years older than me. He is married.