She finally stopped, putting her panties back on, buttoning up her top. She flipped off the light, leaving the Christmas tree lights on. She slipped h...r hand into her panties, closing her eyes to fall into a fitful sleep. She began to dream, more like nightmares as her unfulfilled arousal overcame all else in her mind.She woke up with a start; the loud noise on her roof scaring her. It hadn’t snowed for a while so there shouldn’t be any snow up there that might have slid down. What the hell was. "Ok, it's a deal," sighed the man, "you write out the recipes and I'll bring you ten guineas." Give me three days, ok?" said the gypsy.It was a lovely cottage, a bit run down but sound and it was all mine. The split after the divorce left me with just enough to buy it outright. Sure I could have bought a nice flat in town but this place, although very old it had potential; no hot water or bathroom, but potential, I smiled. First things first, fix those loose boards by the front door, hundreds. )Meditation is akin to self-hypnosis. The deeper the meditation, the stronger and longer lasting the hypnotic trace. Bar Rah, whose former career was as a Carny Huckster, had picked up a few tricks from a hypno-erotic performer in the troupe. Madam Dominique taught Bar Rah how to use the dark arts of seduction to mesmerize and manipulate the weak willed to do ones bidding.'Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm' chanted the circle of boys and girls as they half-closed their eyes and completely voided their minds. You maintain your role perfectlythrough the whole evening and maybe we can talk again about whatyou are with me in bed, and what you aren't. Maybe I'll forgive you for that night when you didn't think I was sexy enough, or sexy the right way, or maybe the right sex." "So what'll I go as?" A man." You've said that. I can do that." A gay man." A what!!?" You heard me! A gay man, Jerry! A homo! A faggot! A fairy! A pansy! A queer! A feygel! A sissy! An out and out flaming cocksucking male.