I am, I have seen and felt it first hand and nearly paid for the viewing with my life." He looked around the classroom, spotted what wanted in the far...corner."Tama, would you be so kind as to retrieve that broom in the corner and show Instructor Han'mere what you call unrestricted floor sweeping, just as you were doing the day I first met you in your home village at the woodshop."Tama looked at him in surprise then got a wicked smile on her face. She knew what he was asking. She glanced at her. His body and scalp tingled and his spinestiffened. Was he going to cum unexpectedly, to have some sort of superorgasm? He needed to grab a few tissues. But then the sensations fadedand he sat dazedly on the side of the bed, eyes closed, smiling, wonderingif he could recreate that wonderful rush. He stood shakily, eyes still half-lidded, trying to remember what he hadbeen doing that might have caused such a thrill. Then he refocused andfound himself staring at the full-length mirror on the. Especially not one of the lost causes.”I could take a hint. Besides, I didn’t really like dark hair or big breasts anyway. Oh, and Angie was coming in tomorrow. I walked around the library for a little while, looking for someone to shake down for a pop, but I wound up wandering around and looking at book titles. All of a sudden I heard a voice behind me. “Those are books for elementary school kids. I don’t think you’re ready for something that shophishhhticated.”Becky Finklestein was sitting at. "Three times if he started before breakfast."DJ sat back and thought. There was a reason to tell her this. There was a reason for everything. Once you understand it, you own it, Uncle John used to tell her.And once you own it, you can use it.Uncle John had died two years ago. In his will, he'd left all of his assets in a complicated trust that made his staff equal beneficiaries until DJ turned 26. Then, they received $1million each - and she got whatever was left - unless she agreed to keep.