He'd have to choose the right path in life to be happy she told him."I see you are not very happy at the moment," she said and he looked up at her and...thought, 'this girl is right on.'"You have to choose the right path if you want to find happiness." she told him. 'Ha! Easy for her to say to others when she herself couldn't do the same thing.' she thought to herself. And she went on and told him other things too. He sat there spellbound listening to her soft smoky voice and drinking in her. John had captured or brought out something in the wood, a female spirit of seduction like a dryad.The other things John began carving were lingam, life-sized, or slightly larger, of erect male genitalia, with every curve, vein, and wrinkle lovingly depicted. The eggs nestled in their stretched sack, and it was the counterpart to the magical effect of the nymph carvings. Zithrusa found herself absently caressing one without realizing it, and when she did she would blush deeply. She wanted to rub. He tongue-fucked her as forcefully and as deeply as he could without getting a cramp in his neck. She swayed her groin along with him while pulling his head flush against her.Maggie never stopped moaning. She hadn’t said a word since she’d fallen into bed. But now, her words flowed. “Oh my God!” she said, over and over.His mouth and cheeks and chin were covered by her wetness as he sucked on. She was feeling it, getting close, he could tell. He wanted her to come already, and to come big. Then. “Three, maybe four years.”“And you’re sure you can stick it out that long?” “I’ve never been surer about anything.” Ditching my career and returning to University after nearly two successful decades in a high-pressure job in journalism had been hard work, but the love of psychology my Bachelor’s degree had engendered had returned almost immediately.I was where I belonged, if not in life, at least as far as my career was concerned. And who knows how my course of study might help the other, more.