" She later told me that that was the saddest she had ever seen me. I left for home within thirty minutes of Dean's call. I wanted to forget the whole...world for as long as possible. When I arrived at home my constant companion was waiting for me at the door, and she could tell by the expression on my face there would be no date tonight. Her name is Francesca Maria Mendoza, she's been with me for four years. I found her at a dog shelter two days before she was to be destroyed and there is. As this went on for a few more minutes, he had to stop her.“If you don’t quit, we won’t be staying long,” he said.He took her hand as her other reached for her glass of wine. Taking a drink, her gaze returned toward the sexy bartender. Once again, she admired his build and the confident way, he carried himself.“I think you’ve found a crush,” he smiled. “I bet you’d love him to come over for a closer look”She said nothing as she smiled, and her face began to blush just a little.“Would you let. It’s nice to go out, enjoy oneself and not be worried what happens when you take the date home. Now with that explained I have to tell you my secret to my sex life. I went to a house of ill repute, whorehouse, or whatever else you might want to call it. I’ve been going there for years. Let me go back to when it all started. I taught computers at the University. I don’t think I have to tell anyone what some of these young girls, and even older women looked and dressed like. Everyday it was. In front were a wood pile and a group of people circling the pile. They were all wearing dark robes with hoods over their heads. I began to walk down the ridge getting nearer. Soon I could hear chanting as the circle the wood pile.As I got closer I could see something tied on top the wood pile. Nearby a person stood chanting. As they chanted the circle of people repeated the chant. This was some kind of ritual. There was some power here but nothing like what a ritual like this should have.