I would like to come in to make a cup of coffee. That shit they call coffee at the coffee shop on the other end of the strip doesn’t appeal to me. N...t to mention I’m too cheap to pay five bucks for coffee. So, if you don’t object, I’ll follow you inside. I might even teach you how to make cowboy coffee,” I explained.“You know I’d like that, but they have a fancy thing here,” she said.“I know. When you don’t work for the money to buy your shit it’s all about convenience, and status.” I admitted.. E him As I write this I realise the similar nature of this event to a wet dream i.e no control, powerful ejaculation, intense pleasure, embarrassed and emotional confusion. I read somewhere that nature wants the sex act over quick to be sure the basic thing happens to reproduce. Because sex is so exciting it can be over quick, but as we want the enjoy for longer we use control in some form to delay ejaculation. In wet dreams and the experience I had in the lift there was no chance of control. I. I read many things by Richard Cavendish. I started devising my own spells, and soon felt something guiding me.“I was led here, and have been casting spells for days, to no avail, It seems like I’ve hit a brick wall. I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve been fooling myself, that it’s all just fake.”I spoke without thinking.“No, it’s not fake. You’ve just been doing it all wrong.”Her head jerked up.“How would you know? What makes you such an expert?”Shit! Me and my big mouth. Now what was I going to. "Katie, are you sure you are fit to come back. You look awful! Funny sort of fall! More like you went fifteen rounds with Mike Tyson!"This from her Editor as Miss O'Brien, Financial Editor, took her seat for a monthly editorial conference. A murmur of surprised sympathy went up from her colleagues, all much older than she and all male, as they saw the condition of their lovely young high-flying associate. This girl certainly seems to attract trouble wherever she goes, they all thought. None.