K. I was being sexually tempered by two libidinous females. I was being educated in a sophisticated, foreign college, living with an Englishman who wa... sporting me to the pub and drinking pints a couple of nights a week. And now I was in a classy sports car being driven by this elegant “older” woman to her “fairy tale place” in the Cotswold’s. Who at home would have possibly imagined that Arthur Chadwick could be living a life like this abroad?The wind rushing past my ears and mussing my hair. "When did you last talk to her?" I asked my plate."Two days ago," she replied automatically. But then she caught my expression and E-Beth's voice then took on her analytical tone, as if she were scrutinizing one of her chemical samples. "When was the last time YOU spoke with her?"I let out a long, long sigh. I'd tried for the past nine months to not think about it, just move on and enjoy my current dating relationship. But the fact was, Amber hadn't returned a single call or email since she. As I surrendered my inhibitions to this supernatural seductress, I remember everything feeling completely numb, except for my vision which was still affixed to road, my right foot which continued holding down the accelerator, and my throbbing love tool which by now she had pulled out of my pants. All I could think about, besides making sure the car stayed on the road, was devouring every inch of her enchanting, voluptuous body. While my tongue explored the contours of her tantalizing lips, I. "Don't ask questions. I'll explain after you get the clothes. Just know you're going to turn into me." Why should I help you? You're gonna change me anyway. I won't do it." Tucker almost took back that last comment as the excruciating pain hit him all over his body."I can do things that you won't like. Taking over your mind is kinda like writing something on a piece of paper with a pencil. My mind writes over yours and then it gets 'erased'. I copy it though, so I can talk to you while you're.