”“No, it’s not; but so far I haven’t had a major bout of depression despite having hypomanic episodes.”“Interesting. The mental health iss...es should be communicated to the hematology department for evaluating your blood work. But I can see how they can’t write it down because of the potential disaster with health insurance and automobile insurance. But now I know. I assume it’s OK to discuss this with Mary.”“Of course. And to answer your unasked question - yes, I’d be happy to play a duet with. And I suggest you use lube...lots of lube and go slowly; got that old perv"? I nodded and redhead opened the door to what was a huge bedroom with 4 poster bed in the middle. She leapt onto the bed and crawled on all fours before collapsing onto the duvet, face down, arse sticking up, her pink glistening gash inviting me! Gemma and I looked at one another and smiled. Reaching down, Gemma began to wank me until my cock was hard and dripping precum! "Come on...for fuck's sake...give it me, old. ” The door swung open and then he said “What the fuck’s your problem?” “Hi, I’m from the Institute of Better Technologies and I’d like to offer you a complementary opportunity to try out one of our latest systems for a crucial survey.” “Oh is that right, asshole. You come barging around offering com-puters and shit. And at this hour, fuck you. I ain’t trying shit, you goomba.” He tried to shut the door in my face but I kicked it back open, flinging him inside and that’s when I walked in- “Well. The wine was perfectly aged and he knew the occasion was not only his birthday, but also that ’twas his last birthday with this family. He would miss them, but ’twas time to be off and have a family of his own. He had toiled long and hard and became the youngest blacksmith in ages. He would find himself a lovely young maiden and make her his wife. Then, he would plant his seeds into fertile ground and they would grow into fine subjects, suitable for any king or queen of England. Such happiness.