He introducedhimself as Greg, an art student at a local college. He askeddirections to a nearby diner. With his tall, lithe body and tannedface, he lo...ked more like a surfer than an artist. Bending to pick up the chamois and her white hip-length terryrobe, Ellen smiled. She was appraising Greg's handsome features. Hernervous blush looked like an advanced case of sunburn. She tossed me aquizzical nod. I picked up her cue and grinned toward Greg, "We haven't eaten either." Turning to Ellen, I. "This is the best brew I've ever tasted." Thank you, Master," Laresa replied with another bow.Wincing a bit, he said, "Just call me James. I don't even consider myself a Master to them dogs." As you wish, James."Picking up his spoon again, James dug hungrily into the food before him. It had been days since he'd had a real meal.After eating, he wished for a pipe and tobacco, and then for his clothes and coat to be like brand new. Next, he wished for his sled to be impervious to the common. He hangs up and walks back to me. I am still in a state of shock and can't believe what I let happen barely 15 minutes ago. I almost feel like I had an out of body experience and in some sort sexually induced high. DeSean is leading me to the bedroom "You can change in here, I just called to have someone pick up your clothes and get them dry cleaned. There is a robe in the closet you can put on. I will be in the kitchen when your done." he says.I nod and he leaves. I undress and look in his. This was to make sure that there were no credit card problems during the trip.The following Monday we took Susan's car to Orlando, and parked it at the office. When we were ready to leave, we took a cab to the airport, so we wouldn't have to pay for two months of parking. Stick said that he'd ask one of the employees to drive it to keep the battery from dying.Both of the ladies felt excited, as we pulled up to the airport, and we checked our bags to San Francisco. I took them up to the Crown.