”“In what circumstances?”“If you needed me to.”Session 45:“What’s the most sexual thing you’d do with me?”“I’d ... I’d...”I ...topped her, before I overwhelmed my poor sister. After I was sure she’d calmed down, I continued.Session 5:“Tell me... —”I cut myself off. There had to be an easier way of doing this. Every time I asked her the wrong question, she’d wake up—I needed to work out a way of learning what information she would give me.And then it hit me—why not just ask?“Will you tell me about. I missed simpler times.I tried to tell myself that girls had cooties, but it didn't work. One, I still didn't know what a cootie was, and two, girls had attributes that outweighed them, whatever they were.I decided the problem wasn't girls, it was sisters. Aunt Patti always liked Traci. Maybe I could farm her out."Hey, stud! Waiting for an invitation?"I could kill Robbie and... I could... I crawled between her legs and started licking the second sweetest pussy on the west coast. Traci was still. I started moving towards a particular pattern. Try as I might, I was unable to stop. I found myself at a glorious looking pattern, glowing with power, and opening to admit me.PRESENCE is what I felt as soon as I stepped through. I bowed as I found myself in the presence of Pejoru, the God of Magic.(Greetings again, Paul, and welcome, ) Pejoru said in my mind."Thank you, Lord," I said, unsure of how or why I was here.He chuckled. To look at him was to see a being eight feet tall, wearing a. So . . . why do you think he was hiding in the garage?’ ‘That’s a tough one. Aside from hiding it from the kids, obviously he was hiding it from you.’ ‘But why?’ ‘Have you ever heard the expression a husband wants a Lady in public and a slut in the bedroom?’ ‘Yes, worded a little differently. You mean by slut, more sexually . . .’ ‘Involved is a good word. Dave obviously wants more, but hasn’t figured out to get you involved. I mean it’s hard to ask the love of your life, the mother of.